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BEFORE A PICTURE OF JESUS IN MY CELL
A new awareness of Thy love Encompasses my heart: Sweet Jesus, I in Thee and Thou In me shall never part.
No grief shall fall my way but I Shall see Thy grief-filled eyes; The lonely way that Thou once walked Has made me sorrow-wise.
All trouble is a white-lit joy That lights my darkest day; Thy love has turned to brightest light This night-like way.
If I have Thee alone, The hours will bless With still, cold hands of love My utter loneliness.
Stay with me, Jesus, only stay; I shall not fear If, reaching out my hand, I feel Thee near.
Father Titus Brandsma, O.Carm.
(English translation by Gervase Toelle, O.Carm.)
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