Why are you crying? But I believe you. I do. Please, don’t you leave me too. Oh no. Oh my God, O sweet Lady, don’t leave me. Please, please don’t leave me. I’ll be good. I won’t be your bad baby anymore. Mummy, I don’t want to go with you. Stop pulling me. Your hands are hot. Don’t touch me like that! Oh my God, Mummy, don’t burn me. Don’t burn me! I stood by the window of my room every night for a week. And one night I heard the most beautiful voice imaginable. It came from the middle of the wheat field beyond my room, and when I looked I saw the moon shining down on Him. For six nights He sang to me. Songs I’d never heard. And on the seventh night He came to my room and opened His wings and lay on top of me. And all the while He sang.
“Charlie’s neat and Charlie’s sweet,
And Charlie he’s a dandy,
Every time he goes to town
He get’s his girl some candy.
Over the river and through the trees,
Over the river to Charlie’s.
Over the river and through the trees
To bake a cake for Charlie”
Agnes of God, Sister Agnes