Teach my heart how to grieve for Him,
let me know what i need to give,
guide my desire
to be for none other
than His bruised heart.
You answered yes to His call
you gave everything,
you nurtured Him in the womb, birthed Him
He made you clean.
You know the meaning of victory
facing unthinkable odds
you lived the passion
your heart was torn
you died with Him
you had to remain after He rose.
You know the meaning of triumph
beyond the hurt
beyond the scars
beyond the despair

In archaic stones, imposing structure,
A simple soul lived under
The mantle of artists great,
Close to Mother's Heart.

Out the door this simple heart
With stringed instrument did depart
From the convent walls,
On her way to choir loft.

At the transept, on bended knee*
A child waited prayerfully.
Innocent and unseeing,
Her red dress like a warning sign.

Small feet guided upon the steps,
Closer to the Divine Princeps.**
Above the shrinking pews below
The simple soul set her.

On one side of my there is masked joy, the other there are cries
I want to open for the scared, but those in charge of me left me locked
I want to open wide
I need them to know that they need help
I feel terrible that I am stuck
I thought this was a church
Why am I locked then?
I should be left open
What does God think?
Does He know I want to be open?
It became quiet inside…
What is happening?
Someone is coming to me with the key
There are tears
I am open
Now people are coming

One without God is like a well without water,
Dry as a desert with little hope of rain.

A person without a redeemer is as empty as a sky without stars,
enveloping the night with darkness.

Those who have no faith, have no hope of life,
Full of days that continue with no end.

Toiling endlessly the world does not realize,
that without faith,
life is as empty as a year with no seasons.

Realizing now the importance of faith,
no riches can compare to those that were offered.