Give ear, sharp, perked up
Oh Lady Grace my Liege
to my words.

Consider my meditation.
Draw near, hover,
snuggle down over
my fear, pain,
anxious moments and
tossy topsy turvy turnings.

Hear my inner voice,
may it call true to You,
from mourning to morning,
may my soul learn to trust Thee.

For in the morning
will I direct my cries unto You,
and to you shall my inner eye
always gaze straight.