Spirit of Truth,
Be the breath that fills me now…
Apart from you I am empty and alone;
Enfolded by you I share in love’s full vigor,
The present embrace of a timeless God.
This pilgrimage is a lonely one at times—
Lonely yet endowed with joy,
And full of the holy silence
That whispers to me always…
That I am not alone.
But I am a poor pilgrim;
Oh, make me a better one.
Grace be in me and upon me,
Life’s breath, and hope of my hope;
Grace be in me and upon me,
Until I know of naught but you;
Grace be in me and upon me,
And make me one with you.