This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
A strong woman works out every day,
Pride in her appearance she portrays,
But a woman of strength kneels to pray,
Her soul in shape, God leading the way.
What is in life, so great?
Hard times arrive to hurt
That which allows one
To stay put amidst chaos
Let me be your comfort
Let me be your friend
Let your worries flow through me
Let your troubles end;
(What the Mendicant Said )
The moon's a monk, unmated,
People pass me everyday
& tell me within my eyes they see
Strength, they say to me you are strong-
But deep within my mind I know it is
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren foil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.
Love alone is great in might,
Makes the heavy burden light,
Smooths rough ways to weary feet,
Makes the bitter morsel sweet: