Monthly Archives: January 2019

Well of Sorrows

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by Joann Nelander

Come, My Beloved.

Come near.

Come ever nearer.

Stand by this,

My Well of Sorrows,

Waiting to draw Water,

As Life for my soul.

I offer You my pain.

I pledge every affliction.

That nothing my be lost of this my Day.

You are Life.

You are the Water.

You are the Cup I press to my lips.

Hope of my heart,

Cause of my joy.

Turn my tears into rejoicing.

As I have chosen the better part.

You are the lightness of my burdens,

The joy that fills my soul.

Come, My Beloved.

I lie at Your feet,

Pray draw Your cloak about me.

Clothed in Your Love,

Robed in the splendor of Your blazing Heart,

I rejoice in Your refreshing streams.

Blood and Water,

Mingled with the tears of my repentance,

Water my heart and soul

With Your Eternal Love.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Come ever nearer,

Here, now, My Love.

 

Weaned Child

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I am the weaned child,
Upon Your knee.
Forgetful of time,
I curl Your hair about my fingers,
And tug at Your heartstrings.

My toys, the shiny objects of yesterday,
Lie by the stairs,
By which I began my ascent to You.

Comfort me.
Cuddle me.
Tickle me.

You spend Your universe,
As You had always planned,
Delighting one so small,
The least of the Children of Man.

© 2012 Joann Nelander