Resurrection
Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soulShall (though she now be in extreme degreeToo stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) beFreed by that drop, from being starved,
Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soulShall (though she now be in extreme degreeToo stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) beFreed by that drop, from being starved,
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,The intelligence that moves, devotion is,And as the other Spheares, by being growneSubject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,And being by
So what is one man’s life, Oh Lord,But thirty simple silver coins:An honest shepherd’s promised wage,To one who cannot see the worth,Incomp’rable, of one who’s sharedHis cup and dish? Is
Forgiveness, Lord’s a morsel dippedin wine and handed, sopping, tohe who betrays you, who can’t seethe gift of you that’s placed in handsthat many times have compassed yoursand shared your
You came into our life on feetlike dusty heartbeats, beating bare,your human heart out-pouring loveand life for one whom even deathitself could not keep back from you.And I have nothing
One of my favorite priests on planet Earth is Fr. Michael Sweeney, OP. So I’m sharing this with you so you can get to know him a bit:
What is the song the stars sing?(And a million songs are as song of one)This is the song the stars sing:(Sweeter song’s none) One to set, and many to sing,(And
