I know the heart of Saint Thérèse
Through whom I came to love and know
Jeanne d'Arc, herself, who's always there
Where I and Little Flower go

I'd never make a claim so bold
To know another's heart, I mean
Except, this time, I know it's true
I know it's real, if never seen

So much depends on point of view
And even on one's heart's desire
It must have been that way for me
The day Thérèse showed me Jeanne's fire

I saw it like I'd never seen
A moment so sublime before
Thérèse's heart was like a wind
That swept me to it, wanting more

In flames I went; I took Jeanne's hand
Afraid, but knowing, glad, no cares
My other hand was clasped, you see
By Saint Thérèse, who joined us there

You mustn't fear, nor worry so
This fire's where God in Spirit says
That I may know, be glad, and sure
I know the heart of Saint Thérèse

I know; because before Thérèse
I'd never held her hand to know
Jeanne d'Arc, herself, who's always there
Where I and Little Flower go