Titus Brandsma (1881-1942)

Dear Lord, when looking up to Thee,
I see they loving eyes on me;
Love overflows my humble heart,
Knowing what faithful friend Thou art
a cup of sorrow I foresee,
Which I accept for love of Thee.
They painful way I wish to go;
The only way to Go I know.
My soul is full of peace and light;
Although in pain, this light shines bright.
For here Thou Keepest to Thy breast
My longing heart to find there rest.
Leave me here freely alone,
In cell where never sunlight shone,
Should no one ever speak to me,
This golden silence makes me free!
For though alone, I have no fear;
Never were Thou, O Lord, so near.
Sweet Jesus, please, abide with me;
My deepest Peace I find in Thee.


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