Jeanne d'Arc, where I and Little Flower go
I saw it like I'd never seen; A moment so sublime before
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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