Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Anxious
I am in this position most of the time throughout these holidays. Anxious, nervous, worried. Though it seems like everything has worked out, I still feel weird. Tense, on my toes.
Something's wrong. Help.
Jesus, the very thought of thee
With sweetness fills the breast;
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
No voice can sing, no heart can frame,
Nor can the memory find
A sweeter sound than Thy blest name,
O Saviour of mankind!
O Hope of every contrite heart,
O Joy of all the meek,
To those who fall, how kind Thou art,
How good to those who seek!
But what to those who find! Ah! this
Nor tongue nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus, what it is
None but His loved ones know.
Jesus, our only Joy be Thou,
As Thou our Crown wilt be;
Jesus, be Thou our glory now
And through eternity.
by Bernard of Clairvaux
~5:21 am