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Tuesday, October 4, 2011
The following words were spoken by Frederick Faber
and they are also the cry of my heart. How about yours?
Only to sit and think of God
Oh what a joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the
Earth has no higher bliss.
Father of Jesus, love's reward!
What rapture it will be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on Thee!
I love Thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
Posted by Unknown at 6:19 AM