Hold the dream, my daughters
Hold the dream, my daughters,
let the rivers of mercy
never, never run dry.
As long as there's a child in tears
and a youngster in rags,
denied a home and education,
wrap him in the mantle of your care,
lift him up in your arms
and give him the kiss of your love.
Hold the dream, my daughters,
bring solace to the sick,
and justice to the crushed,
bring companionship to the lonely
and faith in God's mercy
to those in despair.
Hold the dream, my daughters
kindle the flame of compassion
at the heart of the Lord.
Be a channel of grace
in the desert of this world.
Be loyal, courageous and strong
never budge in fear:
He is with you!
Hold the dream, my daughters,
when you travel in darkness
see the ray of eternal life
gilden the seam of the cloud.
Heaven is yours-
but don't come alone;
hold the hands of all
who lost the way
and bring them home!
Hold the dream, my daughters, hold on!
Sister M. Sigrid Voggel, Hazaribag/Indien
Sie war Ingenbohlerschwester.
Sie lebte und wirkte 51 Jahre lang in Indien.
Am 23. Januar 2001 starb sie in Hazaribag.
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