There was a time and is When I was not myself, Or whole myself, not His; Myself not wholly holy, Holy, Lord God, give me bread, Bread for living, not for dead, And give me words—the Word, Not labored at nor said. Gather me up, uphold, Uphold and make me whole, Like crumbs that only stay By power of opus Dei, Whose substance makes all grow, The light of all who know. In You myself made one, Myself made one with You, Myself and my dear love, Our love in Thee now new.
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How Beautiful !!! Always looking for more of your meaningful writings!