O, Lord of life’s harvest,
Penetrate the depths of my misery
With Thy loveliness,
So that the new life,
Rising from this soil,
Be the embodiment
Of wisdom and grace.

May my flower and fruit be
The fresh form of holiness,
Born of virginal “Fiat”,
And humility’s abandonment
In sacrificial love.

Come forth Lazarus,
Not now from earthly grave,
But born to heavenly morrow,
After this night of sorrow.

Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander