On Wings of Love

Your arms are so strong
To carry my burdens.
So light they are to You,
So heavy they were to me.
But You asked me
To place them on You, Beloved,
To fix my gaze
On Your eyes of Love
And Your Heart of deep tenderness.

How willingly I look upon You;
How tenderly I gaze upon Your Wounds,
And Your pierced Sacred Heart,
Still beating with Love,
Still pouring out for us.
Your immense pain,
Your deep sadness,
Your Heart broken from neglect,
How willingly I would hold these to me
And carry it all for You, if I could!
How joyful would my heart be
If I could ease the burden
Of Your Precious Heart
Wounded so often by us.

My burdens dissolve so easily
In Your arms of Love.
If I share Your Passion
As You ask,
Will the piercing of my heart
For Your Love
Move Your Heart to mingle
Your Sacred Blood
With my human heart
So moved with compassion for Yours?

If my arms were only as large
As my desire and longing for You!
Then I would carry Your Heart
Embraced to mine
And as You take my burdens
And I take Yours,
How light they would become
On the wings of most tender Love!

The sighs of Your Most Sacred Heart
Shake my soul, my Beloved,
Loosening the grip of my body
On this heart and soul.
Trembling to receive Your pain,
My heart opens to You
And is pierced
With Your most precious Love.



Small Heart

Sensing Your Presence
Like a delicate fragrance in the wind,
My soul moves to You
Like leaves in a gentle breeze,
And my heart seeks to find You.

Gathering my movement to Yourself,
You open the well-springs of my heart
That overflow, rising to meet You,
And my longing pours forth,
So is it consumed
In Your thirsting Heart.

There I am broken
Before Your Majestic Presence,
Crumbled into Your Heart and Your Will
To be consumed as Your bread,
Bread that feeds Your deep hunger for our love.

My heart knows only that it is Yours,
That Your immense Love
Includes a desire for this small heart.
My soul trembles with the knowledge
Of Your need for my smallness
And I give way to Your Will,
Your Grace, Your Majesty, Your Love,
As You take this dust of a heart
And breathe into it Your Life,
Creating it for You alone.

Rest in this heart made for You, my Lord.
Consume me in Your Love
That You may have all You desire
Of this small heart that is all Yours.


Take All, My Lord

Your Flames softly scour my heart, my Lord,
Preparing a place for You.
Your tender Heart moves upon me
Filling my scoured heart and soul.
Fill me completely, my Lord,
That I may give it all to You!
Sweet, tender Heart of my God,
Flames so tender that lap around my heart,
Come, most precious Heart
With Your love so pure
Nothing can hold it
But must give it away.

Tender piercings of Your Heart’s thorns
You press into my heart
That I may know Your pain
Instead of mine
Which You have already taken
Into Your Heart.
Love Me, think of My Heart
And how I suffer for you,
You press tenderly into my heart.
Feel My love, My pain,
My longing to share all
With your human heart.

Lord, my God, my Beloved,
Press me with Your thorns,
Capture me with the nails that held You
Yet pierce deeper still.
Pierce my heart as deeply as possible
With the love that held You
Bound to the Cross
Of our sins and weaknesses.

To the very depths of my soul
You pierce with Your love,
Your love that sacrifices all.
My very being cries out to You,
Take all, my Lord, take all!
Barely a whisper away,
You rush to take all I give.
Hungering for my heart,
Thirsting for my soul,
You take all that I offer
To my Beloved.

Your Sacred Heart, my precious Lord,
Is all that I desire.
I am consumed in You, my Love,
As Your Holiness moves upon and devours me
As all that was before passes away,
Until all that is left of me
Is You, my Beloved.