When fear and loneliness took me for assault
and despair wins my heart in anguish,
here you are, always
to protect me and take me in your arms.
What would I do without you, my beloved Jesus?
The trail is so dark and steep ...
without your light so shine, without the support of your hand
would be impossible to traverse.
But I close my eyes and I can feel you here beside me,
sweet presence that gradually fills me
like a caress, as the dew,
a current that flows very slowly ...
my tears with the back of your hand,
I lean on your shoulder and
rest in your lap,
safe and protected by your mighty arm
storm may roar ... and I'm safe ...
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