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   I could ask why, cry,
and plead for explanation
in time of suffering. 
   But You, Lady of my Heart,
as You did with my ancestors,
You rush past reason or tears
to embrace me in Your compassion.
You fold me into Your bosom, wrap
Your garments around me in protection 
from that which would hurt me.
   Your very Womb was my birthplace.
I am nourished at Your breast.You are
never far from me.
   When I am surrounded by demons 
or drained lifeless by vampires of the soul, 
You sweep me into Your folds, deliver me 
from danger, call me to my true home. 
   You call all families of nations to be restored
to Your gaze which is always upon us.