Thou
hast found a resting place in this humble abode, which knew no rest, till Thou
stepped in.
Thou
hast set to tune this unstringed instrument which knew no music till Thou
placed on it.
Thou
hast brightened this dark chamber that knew not a faint glow till Thou lighted
it.
Ah,
this withered trunk that Thou hast brought to life now blossoms forth in
ecstacy of Thy boundless glory.
Thou
hast found a resting place in this humble abode which knew no rest till Thou
stepped in.
Thy
Blessings are endless.
Thou
hast chastened my life with a silent reproachful glance and turned a desolate
world into a land of eternal wonder.
Was
it not Thy gentle step that taught the whistling wind to play this delicate
tune?
Ah,
with Thee entered into this long forgotten abode the fragrance of the flowers
and the music of the pale silent nights.
Thy
Blessings are endless.