I Prayed In The Woods

I Grieve For You, How I Mourn For You, Who Are So Very Dear To Me, But Again I Can Rejoice Within My Heart, Not For Nothing Have I Labored, Neither Has My Exile Been In Vain.

So I Live Among Barbarous Tribes, A Stranger And Exile For The Love Of God.

Christ Beside Me, Christ Before Me, Christ Behind Me, Christ Within Me, Christ Beneath Me, Christ Above Me.

I Prayed In The Woods And On The Mountain, Even Before Dawn. I Felt No Hurt From The Snow Or Ice Or Rain.

I Am Imperfect In Many Things, Nevertheless I Want My Brethren And Kinsfolk To Know My Nature So That They May Be Able To Perceive My Soul's Desire.