Sitting in the sunshine of Your Love,
I lift my heart in prayer.
May I not grow weary, but with groans, and supplication, persevere,

That held aloft by caring Angels,
As the arms of Moses by Aaron and Hur,
The battle for my soul,
May be won by grace.

Bathed in the perpetual rays of Mercy,
Streaming from Your Sacred Heart,
Held aloft in holy prayer,
With the memory,
And succor of Mother Mary,
May I radiate all that I receive.

Source and summit of my being,
Deem to vouchsafe,
In gracious condescension,
The Image of Your Jesus,
Here to hallow, mold and share Christ
As sun upon a meadow.

© 2016 Joann Nelander