714 True Life in God Notebook 68 society! come, come and sing a song to Me; I do not know how to sing, Lord. you do not know how to sing? then let Me, together with you, write down the words of a song; then even if you read them out with your heart, their intonation will turn into a melody in My Ears; write: Emmanuel come, come, My Beloved, come and revive my soul, come and endow my soul with life! Oh Beloved of the Father, I have opened the door of my heart, will I have to wait very long before You step in my chambers? Your mere passage in my heart will leave behind a trail of the most delicate fragrance of Your perfume; because Your Love will remedy my pitiable soul; Spirit of Love, grant me only my share of Your Love; Emmanuel come, come my Perfect One, come and ravish my soul, or else destitution shall overtake my miserable heart! O Beloved of the Father, how Beautiful You are! Son of the Most High, who is like unto You? come and draw me in Your Footprints, we shall take the road together, we shall follow the signs laid down by Your Father's Hand, leading to His Garden of Delights, we shall, my Beloved, with one single heart and one single mind follow the sweetly scented trail Your Father laid out for me; to encourage me, He has covered my path with sapphires, He has for my reassurance signed His Holy Name with oil all over me; Oh Beloved of the Father, You, whose Hands are still dripping with pure Myrrh since Your Resurrection, come and ravish my soul with a single one of Your glances, enough for me to keep my soul tranquil and quiet, enough for me to rejoice my eyes in Your Presence; Breath of my garden, Fountain of my soul, Source of Sublime Love, altogether adorable and Holy, of which all fruitfulness comes from You, pour out Your Spirit on all mankind, display Your Great Love in Heaven and on earth; Oh Beloved of the Father, You are wholly Beautiful; to what shall I compare You my Life? to a column of incense smoke, to a ray of glittering Light, to a breath of pure myrrh; Your Presence, Lord, stands majestically before me, and ah, as though I were queen myself, You raise me to embrace my soul, delicately whispering Your Love in my ear: “My dove, I am sick with love for you; I come from the highest heaven to visit you, I have laid aside My Crown and descended from My Throne I will not delay, only a little while now, a very little while, and the ban will be lifted, I will renew you and I will give you back your divinity;
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