O LORD,
I often mourn the absence of my beloved Lord whose smile makes earth a paradise, whose voice is sweetest music, whose presence gives all graces strength. But by unbelief I often keep Him outside my door. Let faith give entrance that He may abide with me forever. Thy world is full of promises, flowers of sweet fragrance, fruit of refreshing flavor when culled by faith. May I be made rich in its riches, be strong in its power, be happy in its joy, abide in its sweetness, feast on its preciousness, draw vigor from its manna. Lord, increase my faith.
Adapted from The Valley of Vision
I often mourn the absence of my beloved Lord whose smile makes earth a paradise, whose voice is sweetest music, whose presence gives all graces strength. But by unbelief I often keep Him outside my door. Let faith give entrance that He may abide with me forever. Thy world is full of promises, flowers of sweet fragrance, fruit of refreshing flavor when culled by faith. May I be made rich in its riches, be strong in its power, be happy in its joy, abide in its sweetness, feast on its preciousness, draw vigor from its manna. Lord, increase my faith.
Adapted from The Valley of Vision
