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,
Ascending up Mt. Zion to its summit,
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.
I think you really are getting better and better every day. This is a very meaningful poem. We all have to live with the heart of Christ. Mira
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YES,
your words beautifully reflect the sentiments of a priest! You have said poetically what i would have said prosaically!
THANK YOU AGAIN!
YOUR BROTHER PRIEST - ozy sj
very nice mama...
ReplyDeletethis is what ma does every morning..very nicely put into words..
sasha d
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem with me. Every Eucharist we receive at the banqueting table of the Lord, renews His life within us. May we all reflect the love of Christ in all our actions. Thank you my dear friend for being another Christ to me.
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