The Hour Of Mercy Poem by Michael Walker

This is the Hour of Mercy for the world,
When He will bear the fears of all our years,
When His Glory at last shall be unfurled,
He, Who always hears all of our tears.

Let yourself go, no longer to resist,
In this ecstasy of infinite peace.
In this humility does consist:
Let worries cease to let His Grace increase.

More than nothing, less than everything!
May I remain in You, and You in me,
O Lord, to Whom the saints and angels sing,
Who says to me while walking on the sea,

'You did not exist, but now, you do,
And therefore, can you tell Me, 'Who are you? ''