A Word, a Word
Thou, Lord, didst utter which thy willing handmaid heard,
And infinite, small Life within my own life breathed and stirred.
A blessed space,
My Lord in me and I in Him found resting place;
In such divine repose I waited, silent and full of grace.
Answer is nigh;
O God, I lift a Child up heart-and-heaven high
And say, ‘This is my Flesh and Blood;’ Thy Word is my reply.