Mary’s Heart

Posté par atempodiblog le 4 juin 2016

Maria, Madre di Gesù,
dammi il Tuo cuore,
tanto bello, tanto puro,
tanto immacolato, tanto pieno d’amore e d’umiltà,
cosicché io possa ricevere Gesù nel Pane della Vita,
amarLo come Tu l’hai amato e servirlo sotto le spoglie del più Povero dei Poveri.

Beata Madre Teresa di Calcutta

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Questo canto è una preghiera scritta da Madre Teresa. E’ pregata dalle Missionarie della Carità per preparare i loro cuori a ricevere Gesù nei più poveri dei poveri.

O Mary, Mother of Jesus,
Give me your heart
That I might receive Jesus.

Give me your heart,
So beautiful, so pure,
So immaculate, so full of love and humility.

Give me your heart,
To love Him as you loved Him,
And serve Him as you served Him,
In the distressing disguise of the poorest of the poor.

In the Bread of Life,
In the poorest of the poor,
In distressing disguise,
In Christ our Lord.

Mary’s Heart – Danielle Rose

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Holy Family (di Danielle Rose)

Posté par atempodiblog le 27 décembre 2014

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Hail Holy Queen – Danielle Rose

Posté par atempodiblog le 22 août 2013

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Crown of thorns

Posté par atempodiblog le 8 novembre 2008

Cristo coronato di spine

Crown of thorns - Danielle Rose

My seed was born
One bright spring morn
In gardens grown by God.
Out of the earth
My stem gave birth
To petals red as blood.

The gentile rain
My growth sustained,
And like each seed God sows,
I dreamed one day
That I’d be named
A king’s most precious rose.

One day a soldier
Bent me over,
Tore me from my bed.
All beaten, battered,
My stem tattered,
Wanted not but dead.

In cruel hands ripped,
My beauty stripped,
‘Twas not the dream I chose,
And filled with shame,
I wept in pain,
No more a precious rose.

Then did I see
The soldiers lead
A man through palace doors.
Was this my king?
Why did they bring him in,
This man so poor?

A purple garment
Hid the torment
None but I could see.
They mocked and laughed,
Gave him a staff,
And bowed on bended knee.

They bent me round
And wove a crown
And placed me on his head.
My petals found
Crushed on the ground,
Like tears of God turned red.

With each small sin
I was pressed in.
I pierced with self-disdain.
In thought and deed
I made him bleed,
My selfishness, his pain.

« Behold! » they’d sing,
« Behold your King!
Hail, King of the Jews! »
With each reed’s blow,
Our pain did grow,
As one we are abused.

Despite the crown
He did not frown;
He smiled with love instead,
And carried me
For all to see
Upon his tender head.

Once placed with awe
In manger straw,
Anointed by John’s hands,
Transfigured on
A mountain dawn,
Now wore a mangled branch.

Once gently kissed
By Mary’s lips,
And blessed with magi’s myrrh,
Baptized by
A parting sky,
Now streamed with blood so pure.

An innocent brow
Calls to us now
To follow this example:
To let our thorns
And all that scorns
Be healed within his temple.

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