No one knows my sorrow, O God
No one knows my suffering
No one sees the wounds of my heart
nor the bitterness of my tears
I long for company
yet no one can bear with me
My heart longs for shelter
yet it cannot be embraced
In this miserable state
I lose all loveliness
and become as repulsive
as a thorn
Yet you know, my Lord
that it is the unlovely
and the miserable
who need to be held
and to be loved
the most
Walk not away from me, desert me not
Leave me not in emptiness on my own
Show me your wounds that are far deeper
and hide me in it
Let me take refuge in your cross
for it is only there
where I can find
COMPASSION
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