Remember me? I haven't change one bit.
Or maybe I have, You tell me.
I only miss those days when
staring at Your Cross
was more than enough for me.
I had wanted to pull the nails off of You...
Remember that? You well know I've tried.
And I dared touch Your Cross.
Was not an easy task for the little one in me.
I'm still content just gazing at You
Don't need to tell You how I feel.
To venerate You, is the most
Precious privilege, You have given me.
My lips are not worthy of kissing You.
A whisper would have to do.
About my life, dear Jesus
You tell me just what to do.
Jesus I trust in You,
Just a whisper would do.