I
am touched to the core
with a presence I can not
explain
A loving plan enfolds me
Someone is always believing in
me
calling me forth, calling me on
I am standing in grace
filled with mystery
touched with the eternal
I cannot get away from goodness
I think we name you God.
You surround me like a gentle
breeze
My idols live on in my life
My inconsistent values stay
My immaturity walks besides me
My sin is ever before me
Your love for me stays the same
I tremble in the face of such
graciousness
Your reverence for me astounds
me
You breathe out hope
and I catch on …
Macrina
Wiederkehr
Seasons of Your Heart
Photo by Doris Klein, CSA
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