I desire to be a little flower not seen by the worldly eye,
Planted by Him in an unknown land, for Him alone I draw breath
Every moment a continuation of His Passion, my death a mimic of His death.
Small and fragile I am, but with my roots planted deep in Him,
My only desire being to give myself for souls, to be His little victim.
Under the protection of the Sun, and the mountains which surround me,
I can be little, yet do great things - as He wishes, may it be.
I was made to stand by the Cross, and at His feet to lie...
I desire to be a little flower, created solely to give glory to my Creator,
A reflection of the love which is shared by the Three within.
In His mercy my existence contributes to making His glory greater;
Every moment I live is in hopes that one soul I may win -
To console the breaking heart of my crucified Saviour,
Hanging alone on the Cross, to remove the stain of sin.