I wish I were the Low down key
That locks Love's prisoner in
And who lets Him out to go and free
A stricken core from sin.
I wish I were the Low down clang
That tinkles for the Defense force,
In imitation of God comes down each day to survive
With hearts He loves the utmost.
I wish I were the chalice fair
That holds the Blood of Honey
In imitation of every report on lights holy prayer
Upon its way spare.
I wish I were the Low down bud
So near the Host's heavy mask,
Or in the function of the light that shared an hour
Burns on the testimonial of subtlety.
I wish I were the altar, wherever,
As on His Mother's Breast,
Christ nestles, in the function of a child, fore'er
In Eucharistic rest.
But oh, my God, I wish the utmost
That my Normal Root may be
A home all holy for each Defense force
That comes in love to me. How do we get this position stimulus? The recipe here: Matthew 7: 7.An recipe so simple that minds which are firm too furthest on material assets and the wonders of technology cannot see it.
