I pray for help, O Lord
In all I say and do...

Arise young maiden!
Steadily you raise your head...

Gentle angels of radiant light
Sing out the joy of Christ's new birth...

Distant murmurs of the child I was,
So innocent and good...

Whispers dying in the wind
They speak of romance once so true...

Swaying in the breeze
In the fields of beauty's grace...

The colored blooms
Sparkling rivers...

He always told me
It would be alright...

When you listen to the daily news
And hear tales of murder...

Fireflies dancing
Through the deep darkness of sin and death...

I dreamed that you stood beside me
In your arms a sled...

I sit attune to silent music
On this delicate flower...