I stand at your door in Nazareth
Holy Family, not daring to enter,
being with sin, of trust unworthy.
But you do not live without purpose
in Nazareth; so I dare ask
to hide me in the heart of your Son.
There is naught else with me that can be done.
His heart is a house, calling everyone.
Hide me there as you, O Holy Family,
are hidden in Nazareth; make me ready,
that I may never go out from there
as He waxes in strength, carrying timber,
as He takes drink, as He gets a sliver,
as He sleeps or goes to the temple,
as He consoles dying, joyful Joseph.
May I abide there throughout His public life,
His fasting, His travels, His sacrifices,
healings, abandonments, miracles.
May I only go out from that heart
as a libation poured, from His bed of pain,
born from His word - as the Father ordains.