Need God

Mon p'tit Jésus, l'enfant de vie,
J'te chanterai une mélodie,
Une p'tite berceuse de mon amour
Sous les étoiles aux alentours.
Et quand la terre dort en repos,
Je prie à toi pour faire dodo
Parmi les anges qui volent à l'air
Pour qu'ils peuvent te garder, mon cher.


My little Jesus, the child of life,
I will sing unto thee a melody,
A little lullaby of my love
Beneath the stars all around.
And when the earth sleepeth in peace,
I pray to thou to go to sleep
Amongst the angels which fly in the air
So that they are able to keep thee, my dear.


Voilà, mon doux Jésus, la paix
Qui y vient à terre pour nous montrer
L'amour de Dieu, Yahvé en haut
Pendant je berce ton p'tit berceau.
Fais-toi dodo, ô Prince des Cieux,
Car tu est né pour nous sauver
Dès notre enfer qui brûle en feu,
Et jusqu'à Dieu, et Son foyer.


Behold, my sweet Jesus, the peace
Which cometh here to Earth to show us
The love of God, Yahweh on high
Whilst I rock thy little cradle.
Go thou to sleep, o Prince of the Heavens,
Because thou art born to save us
From our Hell which burneth in fire,
And unto God, and his home.


Donc, dors-en-toi pour moi, ton frère
Et sourira ta Mère, Marie.
Même Dieu te gardera, ton Père
Qui est aux cieux, mon p'tit cheri.
Et quand la lune descend en haut,
Tu te réveilles comme le soleil,
Et tout le monde peut faire dodo
À cause de toi, ma chère bébé.


Then, have thou some sleep for me, thy brother,
And thy Mother, Mary, shall smile.
Even God, thy Father shall guard thee,
Who liveth in the Heavens, my little dear one.
And when the moon desecendeth on high,
Thou awakest as the sun,
And everyone is able to go to sleep
Because of thee, my dear baby.

Oh God, if you could see how tired I am at the moment. I'm quite tired, but I know that it is a tiredness of more than the physical. I feel so spiritual dry, despite how my spirituality is okay. Yet it yearns for so much more, with a deeper, more monastic style of deep and heavenly contemplation, yet my school disallows me from doing it. It just seems that I do not have the time to ever pray in deep spiritual contemplation, despite everything.

It reminds me of how much I miss God sometimes in my life, because I could never seem to give Him enough Praise, enough Glory, enough Contemplation of His very visage. Oftimes, I have other things, such as reading and homework and other worldly things that makes the monastic life even more appealing, especially in a simple life where prayer is the every day reality. But as days go by, I wait under the banner of God and my very sinfulness for hope and guidance in life.

Everyday, I'm faced with many challenges in life which can prove to be an obtrusion from what I truly desire to do, and rather confuses me into a spiral of uncertainty. But I trudge on, trusting on what the Lord will do for me, as long as it is in accord with His will.

I must go. I tire and in dire need of rest. But there is always later, in which I can see my sins in clarity, and beg for the forgiveness of my Saviour, Jesus Christ.