Little queen I met in Lisieux,

Can I forget that glow in your eyes?

Dressed up as though grown up matured,

On your way to enter Carmel.

And your father, carrying your bags,

Could not reach up, you were too fast.

You were joyful, leaping all the way

All you wanted was to be His bride.

Perhaps that glow was an outflow,

Of your eager longing for Him.

You knew you’ll be within four walls,

But your love could trace no other way.

Cheerful you were, ev’n in suffering;

You did all for your love’s honour.

And you became my love, admired,

Help me on earth, follow your way.

“My Vocation is to Love”

St. Therese of Child Jesus