Shall I make this prayer public, shall I in secret pray?

Or tell Jesus what perfectly He knows and sees?

Conflicting cares within my heart, I weep.

In silent words I swim safely, He stays with me.

I see His face in tears, He gives me hope;

some doubtful pain in me remaining.

On His body Jesus risen are nail marks for me,

for the brother and the sister who cannot see,

for the neighbor and the refugee.