The Lord led her and taught her and kept her as the apple of his eye.
Like an eagle spreading its wings, he took her up and bore her on his shoulders.
Therese felt herself to be so low yet he raised her so high.
For one so weak, so great a love for the Lord in her smoulders.

If anyone is a very little one let them come to me.
She was in her own estimate utterly little and weak.
You do not have to be a hero to be able to see.
You do not have to take great steps to be able to seek.

There is the great way.
Of scholarship or martyrdom.
There is the little way.
Of seeing God in a speck of flowered dust, in one small petal of a geranium.

When she said we were children, our parents loved us as much when asleep or awake.
She as much as any martyr gave her life in her quiet way for our sake.