Till troubles cease and only joys remain
Take refuge in the shelter of his love
Who hears your call and feels with you your pain
Who does not keep his distance, high above
But brings his light into your little room
Nestles and settles with you like the dove
In its familiar dovecote. From the womb
Of Mary, to her house in Nazareth,
From the upper chamber to the empty tomb
He comes to share with you your every breath
And to commune with you. To every heart,
That opens to him he will bring new birth,
For every ending offer a new start.
Lie down in peace and trust and take your rest
Safe in the love of one who’ll never part.
-M Guite
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