Without further commentary, here they are:
Beat thou O heart
Thou heart of mine
Fill ev'ry part
—with life-blood of thine
O my sweet dear
My spirit yearns
O come thou near
I long to learn
—from thee to take
Sustenance clear
Articulate
Refractions of a tear
The movement of rhythm
From my chest to my eyes
Rainbows from a prism
Flow down as I cry
It is the joy and the pain
The hope and the spite
It is the joy and the pain
The hope and the spite
It is the joy and the pain
The hope and the spite
A soft gentle rain
A river flowing at night
The silence of snow
Slipping into a lake
The sunrise rays show:
Words whisp'ring "Awake!"
Awake O my heart
How long wilt thou slumber?
Thou didst beat from the start
But thy beating is numbered
For I beat my body
to make it my slave[1]
Purge these passions not me
A pure person to save
My life-blood to shed
To mingle with Him
My life-blood to shed
To mingle with Him
My life-blood to shed
To mingle with Him
Purify the marriage bed
From the defilement of sin
O my Lord Jesus Christ
Thou alone canst do this
Thou art the breath for the beat and the blink for the blind
to save humankind
empty out all things
self-emptying in love—for the likes of me
But O my heart!
...your stone, hard granite muffles the pulse of my vibrance...
...it obscures the infinity of my personhood...
...and stifles the life-giving creativity of love...
...it contracepts my love / it sterilizes the union / it prevents life
...it prevents life
O my Lord!
O my Lord!
O my Lord!
O my Lord!
All these layers of stone
With Thine own hands peel
—pierce through to my bone
Then mine own heart may say...
All these layers of stone
With Thine own hands peel
—pierce through to my bone
Then mine own heart may say...
All these layers of stone
With Thine own hands peel
—pierce through to my bone
Then mine own heart may say...
"I feel."
Then I will never be alone.
[1] 1 Corinthians 9:27
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