To the Mother of my Love

[Christian000]

-To the Mother of my Love

 

 

I look up at thy Son

and I blush at His sight

as He braces my breast with His hand so light.

By thy Cross with thee to stay,

by thy sorrows all my days;

and bear thy pains till I daze

so that one day I may sing His praise.

 

O Mary!

Let it be!

That I may lay beneath His feet with thee,

and drink from the sighs that He might offer me,

thy Son, Jesus.

 

Melt my heart and make it glow,

least I freeze and die bellow,

least I never see again the face of thy Son, Jesus.

 

He who's touch has reft and wounded me.

He who's sighs have swooned me.

He who's kiss will consume me,

Thy Son, Jesus.

 

O Mary!

Let it be!

That I may lay beneath His feet with thee!

and drink from the sighs that He might offer me,

Thy Son, Jesus.