by Marcelo Maciel de Almeida
In our innerselves
When there seems to be no upraising words
There he is to carry us on his arms
Verbum sapienti! May we praise himself eternally!
True son of God, our inner shepherd
Raise me up in your arms
Bless each day I'm supposed to live
Make my days like golden hays
Dear son of Love, be my only guide
Forgive my sins!
Be my steps, be my innerself
I can listen to you, my holly guide
The star shining in the high sky above
When God speak to us, an echo in my soul - how can I keep from singing?
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