"O LORD, my heart is not lifted up,
my eyes are not raised too high; I do not
occupy myself with things too great and too
marvelous for me. But I have calmed and quieted
my soul, like a child quieted at its mother's
breast; like a child that is quieted is my
Thérèse, your heart's a fragrant
Which bloomed between the barren stone
Of my sinful heart as I chose
To follow you to your Love's throne.
Thérèse, you smile in my heart
When my joy has grown sad and cold;
And when my peace has torn apart,
It's my hand that you firmly hold.
Thérèse, you hold my faith
When my heart tosses on trial.
As I struggle into the night,
You walk with me ev'ry mile.
Thérèse, my sister in Carmel,
We join in sacrifice and prayer.
When I'm alone within my cell,
Your smiling eyes uplift my stare.
Lead on, sweet sister, to our Love.
Soar with this sparrow to the height.
When we look to our Lord above,
We'll sing with joy both day and night.
2 Psalm 131:1-2
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