I don’t ask for Thy mysterious grace,

For whatever happens to me

Is to Perfection invincible pace

Under the caring gaze of Thee.


I don’t pray, let Thy victory come;

It is sure as tomorrow’s dawn;

When the slumbering Earth wakes up

In the tender rays of the morn.


I don’t dare to ask for Thy force,

Only let me know Thy will.

There is no greater joy on earth

Than to fly on Thy glorious wings

To the goal Thy sophia sees.


When upborn with Thy awesome whirl

And being carried away to Unknown,

Let Thy will be done, breathe my lips

Let Thy will be done … that alone.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 07/28/2009 11:53AM by stream.

Welocme aboard Stream.

Les

Stream:

Well done. Welcome.

Joe

Les and Joe,

Thank you for the comment and greeting

stream

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