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Adoration

In a quiet corner of a heart

I’m a witness to this mystery

Temple divine, built in my soul

May you always help me dwell in Thee

And if I travel all world’s corners

No greater awe will my heart see

Than the sacrificial offering

Your body has given up for me

Praise and honor to the Lamb

Who offers himself in this mystery

May my heart be open and ready

So that You may always be in me

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You bring me down to my knees

You strip me of all my needs

Offer healing to my soul

And teach me to let go

Oh Lord in my pain

I found one eternal gain

I have found Your divine love

Stooping down from up above

No more use in hiding

For in the darkest night

I have found a holy might

You, who heal me for eternity

Offer grace and sanctity

Love Letter

Dear Love,

            I am tempted by thoughts of giving up the fight, of going with the current and calling it a day.  The “what ifs” create a daydream of no struggles, of easy-going materialism.  And what if I were to cash in sacrifice, prayer, and suffering for this world? And what if I give in to the physical, the pleasures of the senses, the satisfaction of mind and body? My love, sometimes it feels like I am the only soldier on the battlefield…Wouldn’t it be something to raise the white flag lie, to lock up my heart, bury the key?

“Don’t lie to yourself, oh my soul, love your God.”

            My eyes consume all temptations and swallow them whole. My heart longs to be with Him, but my lips speak otherwise. My heart, it longs to reach yours, Love. Do you know that He longs to be with you, too?

 “Oh how long, how long until I’m home, until You come for me, ‘cause I’m so tired, so tired of running.”

           

            How long will I rage the battle for our souls, Love? How long until your heart hears His soft voice and welcomes his presence? Meek and mild, the Sheperd bears the weight of His weak, lost lamb. My Lord, Your wounds take pain of this cross. You carry me, the weak, lost lamb. 

“Worries will never love you. They’ll leave you all alone. But your God will not forsake you, oh my soul.”

“So, when your wine's all gone and your well runs dry,

Open your hands and look into my eyes; all that you see here,

you'll soon leave behind, so open your hands and look into my eyes

Fathers & mothers don't always come through,

but I'm never gonna stop following you

Prophets and lovers don't always hold true,

but I'm never gonna stop falling for you”