Walk softly with great love, walk softly.
Be tender, do not trample those beneath you.
Let the bruised and the broken
Be the burden of your heart
Be aware, aware,
Be merciful, giving honour,
Let their cries become your cry
In the mystery of faith.
Dance wildly into joy, dance wildly.
Let the bright winds catch your hair.
Move to the rhythm of the angels’ song
Here, in the cold plains of exile.
For the Kingdom
And the Glory
In the measure of your steps,
In the Hope that sets you singing.
Kneel quietly, entering prayer, kneel quietly.
Know your own smallness, and be glad,
For our weakness is His strength.
In the sanctum of your heart,
Run firmly in your race, run firmly,
Do not turn aside for golden apples
Thrown by weak desires
And secret follies.
Knowing who is your goal,
Through heat and cold,
The long tumult of the years,
Laughing against the byways.
And the sunlight will sing to you,
The mercy will flow through you.
Humility will release youAnd the stars will call you home.