When the soul of God enamoured
Gives her heart and life to Him,
He perfects the patient victim
On the Cross, mid shadows dim…
If I could but tell the treasures
Hidden by our Triune God
For the souls who strive to follow
In the path that Jesus trod!…
But it is a precious secret
To the loving one revealed,
To me, lowly, inexperienced,
It is hidden and concealed…
Blessed is the heart abandoned
To this crucifying pain,
In the arms of the Beloved,
Burned, consumed in love’s pure flame…
Yet more blessed, when the anguish,
Stripped of all consoling forms,
Clothes the soul in desolation,
Into Christ Himself transforms…
Happy blessed soul who suffers
Thus that God alone may reign,
Seeking but to die, the better
Thus His sacred love to gain…
Nailed upon the cross with Jesus,
I to you this lesson give;
You will sound its depth and meaning
If a life of prayer you live. Amen
Saint Paul Of The Cross
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