Thursday, June 24, 2010
Grace gently wakes me up to greet the morning,
I rise at dawn to life anew each day,
The Spirit helps divine God’s Holy Presence,
My soul ascends to heaven as I pray.
Grace calls again and I come to the chapel,
To worship and adore Christ face to face,
I look at Him who is the Bread of Angels,
In awe and silence my heart jubilates.
Grace invites me to approach the table,
Where we offer Eucharistic praise,
to its summit, Mt. Zion
Partaking in the source of Christian grace.
In communion I consume Christ’s Body,
I’m grafted to my God who is the Word,
Empowered by the Living Bread I am able,
To be His faithful witness in the world.
May Christ alone be seen in all my actions,
Commissioned by the Spirit I must be,
Another Christ to all whom I encounter,
May all who see me see Christ reign in me.
LET THE LITTLE ONES COME TO ME
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