My spirit has been burdened lately with a few pressing prayers that have become my very breath; the backdrop to my moving and being.
So when I woke up today with this song in my head, I felt like the Lord himself was giving me lyrics for the flatness of today’s song. Whether offering this poetry for myself, which I must, or for another, which I am pressed to do, I find a depth that my own words cannot comprise.
Come Down, O Love Divine
Come down, O Love divine, seek thou this soul of mine, and visit it with thine own ardor glowing;
O Comforter, draw near, within my heart appear, and kindle it, they holy flame bestowing.
O let it freely burn, till earthly passions turn to dust and ashes in its heat consuming;
and let thy glorious light shine ever on my sight, and clothe me round, the while my path illuming.
And so the yearning strong with which the soul will long shall far outpass the power of human telling;
for none can guess its grace, till he become the place wherein the Holy Spirit makes his dwelling.
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I marvel at how words written by Bianco of Siena in the 1400’s can still touch me so deeply today. For a wonderful reprise, look for Fernando Ortega‘s version on iTunes, and pray it with him today.