15/03/2008
(spirituality)
Edith Stein
heavy burden on us and obscure the sky.
is therefore eternal night and do not ever shine more light for us?
The Father of us has turned its back up there? Like a nightmare
ties the heart the need.
There is no place in a savior who can help?
Watch, a ray, victorious, pierces the clouds, looking down friendship with a bright little star as a benevolent eye of Father and mild.
So I collect everything we fear, lifting it up and lay it down in your faithful hands: Take
,
San Jose, think about it! Strong storms
dazed in the country.
Oaks in the heart of the earth sinking roots and superb uplifting to heaven hair, now lie svelte and crashed, the terror of the devastation around, not even shakes the storm the fortress of faith?
will break their sacred pillars?
Our arm is weak, those who support them?
Suppliants raise their hands to you: You
, like Abraham, the father of faith,
strong in the simplicity of the child, miraculously powerful force obedience and pure sense:
protection of the holy temple of the new Covenant,
Protect it, San
Joseph, think about it!
When we walk out of the country and from house to house search for accommodation, then preceded you, faithful guide, You traveling companion of the Most Pure Virgin, Thou faithful caring Father of the Son of God, Bethlehem and Nazareth, Egypt will be the same whether you are home with us, wherever you are, here is the blessing of heaven.
As children follow your footsteps,
shake your hands boldly
Be thou our country:
San Jose, think about it!
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