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 upborne with Thy awesome whirl
And being carried away to th' Unknown,
Let Thy will be done, breathe my lips;
Let Thy will be done … that alone.
27.07.2009