How sweet and awful is the place

Don't waste your life Lecrae

tell the world

It is written

Peter O'Brien  


It Is Written
"You shall worship the Lord, Your God, and Him alone
shall you serve." Luke 4:8
Father,
Scribe
On my soul
Your Word --
The alphabet for my words.
Lift
The grey heavy blanket
Hiding my soul, then
I will light the long candle --
The ever-burning flame of praise.
Not in whispers, but 
With a praise large and sturdy
Will this tireless traveler
Join with Your angels in worship -
"Holy, holy, holy, lord God."
Let not my praise be taxidermal, one
That appears alive and real, but
Is cold and stiff,
Wooden inside.
Father,
I pray:
That my worship
Spread beyond my soul's house,
Go into the world and
Serve as Your servant --
The Great Christian paradox:
In slavery to You, I am free.

Rest

           Rest

There is on this earth
A marvelous Tree.
Its root, O mystery!
Is in Heaven...

In its shade
Never could anything
      cause pain.
One can rest there
Without fearing the storm.

Love is the name
Of this ineffable Tree,
And its delectable fruit
Is called Abandonment.

Even in this life this fruit
Gives me happiness.
My soul delights
In its divine fragrance.

When I touch this fruit,
It seems a treasure.
Putting it to my mouth,
It is sweeter still.

It gives me in this world
An ocean of peace.
In this deep peace
I rest forever.....

by St. Therese of Lisieux