Without a sound when He comes,
Without a sound when He leaves,
Oh, a image of invisible God
who comes like a wind and disappears like a wind.
We who live closing eyes,
Who would know?
I saw it,
I knew it,
the footstep of His,
the Providence of God
that lives secretly being mixed among lives.
Ah, I, too,
want to live
like that God of heaven,
.