When shall this soul which Thou hast wed, For which Thou’st labored, lived, and bled, Be purified, be worthy Thee, From all its fatal earth-stains free? When shall it seek no Heart but Thine, With Thy sweet will its will entwine? When suffer for Thy sake in peace, When burst its bonds and find release?
Dear Lord, what am I? veil and vows Mark out Thy creature as Thy spouse! Thy chosen one, Thine own! allied and bound to Thee the Crucified.
O God of mercy, God of might, My spirit trembles at its height; Lord Jesus, I had been in hell, Hadst Thou not loved me all too well.
Hadst Thou not caught me up and saved The soul o’er which earth’s banners waved, And gathered up this shattered heart. And healed it with Thy mercy’s art.
And made me love Thee, made me know The evil and the bitter woe Of having wandered far from Thee, And sought in bondage to be free.
At last, oh make me all Thine own, Burst every tie but this alone; All I have loved are sundered far -- Be Thou my waning life’s sole star.
- From a book of Convent poems
We commend our dear Sr. Margaret Mary of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart to your prayers as she renews her vows as a Marian Sister of Santa Rosa.