Wednesday, September 8, 2010

I love you O lord my strength who trains my hands for war; my fingers for battle.
I love you O lord my weakness in whom there is no fault, no sin, no blemish, no deceit.
Christ-child fill my heart with peace, my quaking heart and trembling knees.
Turn my face away from all within; Turn it upward, that I may sing.
Hear O lord my cry; Hide me as the apple of your eye.
Christ-child look on me in love, hold my hand and hold my heart.
Amen.