Fourth Sunday of Tut (The eye of faith)

Allow me my savior to see you at all times and rejoice with you and get to have you with all faith

Touch your garment so the sours of the sin stop by you.  

And I hold your hand then I raise from the death ofsin     

I cry to you. You heal my soul which is overtaken and beaten by the Thieves

I kiss your feet and I am healed from the sin that Humiliated me.

I look to you I Escape from the Disgruntlement with the comfort of your grace

And sharing your suffering and the hope of the Resurrection

Looking to you I get satisfaction with you and the union with you.

And the seeds of the devil disappear from my heart   

My lord Jesus Chris

Lighten my eye lest I sleep dead and scatter my soul into darkness from every side

Oh the lover of mankind