I am so little and grey,
dear God,
how can you keep me in mind?
Always spied upon,
always chased.
Nobody ever gives me anything,
and I nibble meagerly at life.
Why do they reproach me with being a mouse?
Who made me but You?
I can only ask to stay hidden.
Give me my hunger’s pittance
safe from the claws of that devil with green eyes.
Amen.
From: http://www.choralnet.org/view/222505
Date: 1963
By: Carmen Bernos de Gazstold (1919- )
Translated by: Rumer Godden (1907-1998)
From Troubles of The World 