Prayer of Louis de Blois
Welcome me, sweet Jesus, I beseech thee; press me in the delightful embrace of thy love, and in its warmth let my numbed spirit be thawed to new life. Open, Lord, open at my knock, and admit my orphan soul into the soft recesses of thy divine Heart. Though I am the vilest and most unworthy of sinners, deign, Lord, to open for me the secret chambers of thy love, the inmost shrine of thy Heart. For my soul yearns to be united with thee in active love. But never should I have felt this desire of loving thee, hadst thou not grafted it in my heart; help me then to fulfil the longing thou hast planted there.
O bright midsummer noon, my God, I thirst for thee, sigh for thee, faint with love of thee. Join me closer to thyself, O blazing sun, that the soil of my heart, warmed by thy rays, may bring forth blossoms of holy charity. Kindle in me the lamp of thy love; pour thy sweet peace into my breast, and shape me wholly to the pattern of thy grace, so that I may grow pleasing in thy eyes.
My Jesus, clothe me with the bright purple of thy precious Blood, crown me with the garland of thy worshipful death, welcome me into the bridal chamber of thy burning love. Abolish all in me that is not to thy liking. Refashion my evil, soiled, and empty heart in the likeness of thy own. Give me a pure mind and simple affection. Embrace me in the arms of thy charity, press me to thy divine breast, let my soul be melted by the force of thy burning love and sink into the abyss of heavenly delights. Thy sweetness, Lord, Thy goodness, thy beauty and loveliness, are strong attractions, but I cannot rise to thee unless thou condescendest to me. Stoop then, fount of pity, to my low and wretched level, and enable me to love thee with my whole heart, with my whole soul, and with all my strength. Ocean of sweetness, flood me with the tide of thy loving-kindness. Open the cataracts of that great abyss, and let the waves of thy mercy flow over me. Drown me in the deluge of thy living love; sink me in the deep waters of thy blessed charity. Break down the hateful barrier of my lukewarmness and wrongdoing, and enable me to follow thee, Lord, with ardour unquenched. Let the stormwind of love hurl me to thee, breathless, lifeless, all unconscious of self. Kiss me with the kiss of thy forgiveness; and with its seal upon me let me never henceforth love any but thee, for thou art my whole treasure, my whole heritage, everything for which my soul can hope.
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