You shall remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt,
and the Lord your God brought you out of there with an outstretched arm;
therefore the Lord God commanded you to observe the sabbath.
Deuteronomy 5:15
The purity of You in me:
You made me Your garden;
Your Word grows in the heart of me.
O how can I honor
the love You teach me always?
For now my darkest days
are shade beneath Your garden tree.
Come here, My Love, and be with me.
You are my life, my only hope and every dream.
I'm going home, I'm going home with You Lord.
Take me, take me where You are
to fullness of Father's great love and freedom from all that hurts me.
You came for me; You reached me.
Your strong arm held on,
You pulled me from my misery.
This gut-wrentching grieving,
my ever-constant leaving,
this death to dying -
Your perfect love transforms it all.
Come here, My Love, and be with me.
You are my life, my only hope and every dream.
Your beauty unfolds
pain that can't be told.
The wonder of how this goes
grows in me.
He drew me up from the desolate pit,
out of the mirey bog,
and set my feet upon a rock,
making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the Lord.
Psalm 40: 2,3
(NRSV Catholic Edition)
