The flower of faith blooms on a grave
it smiles and speaks of woes and destiny
it gave to me a sweet reminder of the eyes
that pierces a void eternal
the eyes that sees in all a mighty will
that included me in its picture-frame.
Who can explain the faith?
there is no way!
One has to taste
and there is no going back
to the older times of lack and need
who can explain
to non-believing eyes?

In the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil for You are with me.

The flower of faith now blooms
around me as I walk
in wind, in pain, in sorrow, in joy
a tiny candle, a silent light,
shines on the way.