You are hidden in beauty you are hidden in love,
You are branch of olive in the nib of a dove
I know you are not on a throne at skies,
My Kind Savior! Save me from the lies,
Lead me to the path aromatic and brighten,
Let the soul rest into arms enlighten,
At times I fall but I feel your grips,
On my forehead I feel your lips,
So kind you put back the toy on the rails,
Yes, you scratch the dirt with nails,
Not afraid though I know you might!
You are within me I see your light!