The more we learn how much man is trampled,
the more we learn how much man is looked down on,
the more we learn how men are massacred,
the more we have need of You
so that our faith will not be shattered.
The more we know about the violence of men,
the more we know about the stupidity of the violent,
the more we know the brute who slumbers in the mighty,
the more we have need of You
so that we can still believe that this brute is your child.
The more we become conscious of our minority,
the more we know that our work is so very small,
the more we realize that it will always be necessary to begin again
the more we have need of You.
Lord, come to the rescue when we are discouraged,
when we are impatient, or when we think, “what’s the use ?”.
You who know the thorns, the nails, the blows and the scorn,
and who know the pain of love which has been refused,
grant us that we may keep our faith in the resurrection of Love.