Behold,
I am Your handmaid, Lord,
Be
it done unto me, yes I will follow Your Will,
I
give You my heart, my King.
This
path You laid out before me, Lord,
Is
full of the loveliest roses.
It
twists and it turns
Around
every bend,
So
that I cannot see,
But
I will fix my eyes on You, my Lord,
No
I will not have any fear.
These
roses are soft as they caress my feet,
But
underneath are the thorns and the stems.
The
thorns cut and tear at my feet,
Like
the ones in the braid of Your Crown.
But
my Lord, my Christ,
I
will focus on you, and the pain will not be too great;
But
whenever it is, Oh! I can hardly yet wait,
For
tis then I will I will be lifted into Your arms.
My
heart, my King, is tender and young,
At
first quite fearful of You;
But
You proved yourself, my God and my All,
You
treat my heart ever so gently;
You
are sweet and kind, and I now have faith,
I
can trust You with my heart.
I
give my heart to You, my Love,
Do
with it what You will.
But
no matter what, if I beg or plead,
Never
give it back to me.
I
give it all to You, my Love,
Do
with it as You will.
You
may keep it and I will marry you, I will be a joyful nun.
Or
Lord, if you choose,
You
may give it away,
To
a good and holy man,
But
no matter what,
I
will always be Yours,
You
will be my Only Love.
