Heart’s Desire

O, my Lord,
I enthrone You
In my heart.

Bowing before You,
I take refuge
In Your Mercy.

I clasp fast
The hand of the Virgin,
She, who bore my Savior,
Now, holds my entreaties
In her Immaculate Heart.

In Mary’s bosom,
The Fire of Your Love
Refashions my heart’s desire,
That it may reflect
The desires of Your Most Sacred Heart.

Here, I appeal to You,
In the melodic voice
Of the Mother’s purity.

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