Oh blessed Lord, do hear my plea
Have pity on a child like me
I am Your servant sad and low
That folows ever where You go
I wait Your Word with rapid breath
For I am Yours until my death.
There is no day without Your Light
Nor any love that shines so bright
The angels sing Your praise on high
Their voices reaching for the sky
The flutter of their wings is heard
They echo every single word.
I love You Lord and always will
Until earth’s sounds at last are still !
Claire V. Bogdanos 