O Jesus, when I look on You my love for You starts up anew, and tells me that Your heart loves me and You my special friend would be.


More courage I will need for sure, but any pain I will endure, because it makes me like You and leads unto Your kingdom too.


In sorrow do I find my bliss, for sorrow now no more is this: Rather the path that must be trod, that makes me one with You, my God.


O, leave me here alone and still, and all around the cold and chill.

To enter here I will have none; I weary not when I’m alone.


For, Jesus You are at my side; never so close did we abide.

Stay with me, Jesus, my delight, Your presence near makes all things right.


–Saint Titus Brandsma–


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