This picture was taken this morning, of flowers on my window….. incredible.
Appearing on the lofty altars.
Held in boxes locked with gold.
There appears love consecrated.
a sacrifice for young and old.
Protected by the law of canon.
Brushed aside by scoffers tales.
Sits a host within a chalice
A hope for man which never fails.
Hope of hopes we find him waiting.
Man of Sorrows what a claim,
Neither fame nor fortune wanting.
Ever waiting, ever same.
Draw close to me He’s ever calling,
Lay your hurts upon my breast,
Come and spend one hour with Me,
I will give you peace and rest.