O, when I consider this infinite and boundless Love of Yours then my heart is seized with shame, repentance and sorrow, for it loves You so little, it is cold and hard as stone, it does not burn with the fire of Holy Love.
Whatever comes close to fire is seized by it, warmed and enkindled by it. I am close to You, O JESUS, close to Your Heart that burns with love – and yet my heart remains cold, remains untouched.
O JESUS, what must I do, so that love will seize my heart? What must I do, so that for once the fire of my love will be ignited? I do not want to be counted as those who disdain Your Love, who flee from You, who despise You. I want to love you with a whole and undivided heart. I know indeed that those without love remain in death. But You want me to live. Therefore, send a beam of Your Love from Your most loving Heart to penetrate my heart, and it will, it must be ignited. And yet O JESUS that does not satisfy my desire.I wish to throw myself into the furnace of love which is Your most Sacred Heart, so I may be utterly engulfed by the fire of love. For Your Heart has been opened so that I may enter. O let me enter and find there the precious treasure of love. For You are rich in love; the fire that burns in Your Heart will not diminish, even though the hearts of all mankind should be ignited from it. But I am poor in love. And yet You have heard the prayers of the poor. O give me love, and I will love and be content. JESUS make me love You and You alone, with all my soul, with all my heart. St Gertrude the Great.
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The King Of Love My Shepherd Is
St. Columba
The King of Love my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness fails me never;
I nothing lack if I am His,
and He is mine forever.
Where streams of living water flow
With gentle care He leads me,
And where the verdant pastures grow
With Heav'nly food He feeds me.
Perverse and foolish I have strayed
But yet in love He sought me,
and on His shoulder gently laid,
and home, rejoicing brought me.
In death's dark vale I fear no ill
With You, dear Lord, beside me,
Your rod and staff my comfort still,
Your Cross before to guide me.
You spread a table in my sight,
Your saving grace bestowing;
And O what joy and true delight
From Your pure chalice flowing!
And so through all the length of days
Your goodness fails me never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Your praise
Within Your house forever
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