Nearer my God each day to Thee,
Nearer each moment until your face 1 see;
And this pain shall pass which holds me now
Locked in tentacles hour by hour.
For just as 1 walk my path to You
My child is waiting for me too;
Nearer my God each day to her
Nearer the sweetness touched with myrrh.
I'll not fear the treadmills of this earth,
Nearer each moment to my own new birth.
© Helen Catherine Cramer 1982