O my God,
because you are infinite goodness and worthy of infinite love,
I love you with my whole heart
above all things,
and for love of you I love my fellow-men as myself.
Act of Love
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Don’t speak a word
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Words will flow from you
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Set no limit
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Lo, I am coming
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Come to Me all you who Labour
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Consecrated Sons
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A God Given Day
Don’t speak a word
And so at last,
Impelled by need,
I took my tired body
And I took my troubled mind
And I sat before my King.
“Don’t speak a word”, He said.
“No prayers and no petitions.
Do not even think a thought!
For I already know your deepest needs.
Just lay your heart upon My heart,
That I may rest in you
And you in Me.
It pleases Me you trust Me so
To act in silence
On your soul:
My power of Love
To make you whole.”
Words will flow from you
Do not plan or plot
What you will say or do
On My behalf,
However will intended.
Do not even seek
To imitate what I
Might say or do.
Live rather in the perfection
Of each present moment
As it unfolds for you,
And I will meet you there
In My eternal present,
To quicken and enliven
With My Spirit.
Words will flow from you,
Deeds so naturally,
Leading unselfconsciously
To your sanctity.
Set no limit
How little well you know Me,
Finite man;
And how little well you please Me,
Finite man,
When you limit Me,
Omnipotent Power,
In the graces I would shower on you.
I have set you as a child
In a field of daisies
Where each daisy is a grace
Unique to you.
Run free helter skelter
Plucking daisies
From your Creator.
Not just one
Or ten or twenty
But many daisies more aplenty.
Remember finite man,
To give is My pleasure.
Set no limit to the measure
Of My unfolding plan
Lo, I am coming
Such is the weight of sin
Bearing down in our times
Like a dark cloud
On oppressed man.
That the light of Faith,
The consolation of Hope,
And the lifeblood of Charity
Will all grow cold,
Unless You come, O Lord,
In clouds of glory,
With power and majesty enrobed.
“Lo, I am coming.
Have I not told you so?
Rejoice and be glad,
As you wait in joyful hope”
Come, Lord Jesus, come.
Come to Me all you who Labour
Have you a father, mother,
Son or daughter,
Someone you love,
Who has strayed
From Light to Darkness
And now weighs upon
Your aching day?
God sees you and He loves you
But He calls you to remember
Words He spoke in Mathew,
How to give your burden to Him.
Better far to come to Him,
Give your burden to Him,
Your trust will then empower Him
More than any cross or shame
To pour His Love upon you,
Take away your pain.
Rest for your aching heart,
Grace for your loved one’s soul.
Consecrated Sons
Consecrated sons,
Called by Me to minister
In Mercy to My people
In the sacrament of Confession:
Cherish well the gift I give
When you lay aside all Self,
All your own wise counsel,
And allow your Jesus
To surprise you with the words
That will tumble from your lips.
Words from My Spirit
That will find a resting place
In the heart of troubled penitents
Yielding fruit that will last,
Not because you are holy,
But only when you are humble.
Trust in Me your Saviour.
A God Given Day
“It’s a miserable day”, I said,
More by habit than in malice,
On a wet Sunday morning,
Some twenty years ago.
And a man I knew,
An ordinary man,
Long since dead,
Lord have mercy on his soul,
Looked me in the eye,
Addressed me by my name
And said,
“It’s a God given day”.
His words hung
In the shocked silence,
No attempt to water down.
They halted me abruptly
In my sin against Creation.
I knew then
And I know now
That God had spoken to me
Through that man.
Thank You Lord.
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