O, my Jesus, in gentle and humble repose upon the altar,
Wrap Your arms about me.
My body yearns for Your embrace.
Only Your Humanity can unlock the treasure trove of grace,
You hold in store for me, a repentant sinner,
Grace, You purchased for me by Your Coming to Man as Man,
In Your weakness and poverty and might.
You called Yourself, Son of Man,
And by Your obedience, suffering and Death upon the Cross,
Showed us True Love.
All Holy, All Human, All Love,
Servant of God, Benefit and Benefactor of Man,
Apply the fruit of Your Saving Death
To my humanity,
To the glory of God and the continuous deification of my poor, desirous body and soul.
Conceive in me thoughts, words and deeds, which bring to fulfillment,
Our Father’s plan for my life and eternity,
So, that purged of all Sin and concupiscience,
I might shine with radiant joy,
Hidden and secure in Your Heart,
As does Your Virgin Mother, Mary.
“Be it done to me according to Your Word.”
Copyright 2011 Joann Nelander
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