Humble Gifts Magnified By Divine Love Poem by Don Nguyen

Humble Gifts Magnified By Divine Love



Dearest Lord,
Early rising at the predawn hours, I bow down to worship
Heed my prayers now, my Lord my Savior
With most tender heart and my cries I now embark
To your sweet harbor, my soul my heart which have been wandering lost
For the cost of poetry to spread the message of love
I have ignored your most longing needs
For which your divine Heart is now bleeding
In loving me endlessly, oh my heart, why have you abandoned
The most sublime, most tender endeared needs for the glamour of the world?
The carnal world with all its illusions, so fleeting and deceptive
Be attentive and kind to your Savior's needs and the pains His Heart endures
To offer Him more the most exquisite parts that your soul daily gathers
Which now can be a candor in thoughts, kindness in speech, or charity in gestures
Can be a simple sigh, can be lengthened prayers, or a visit, one single word, a poem
Regardless of the object, of its value or charm, so long as they are offered with your whole heart
For the sum of all my gifts enclosed within my heart depend on my love and thoughts, my attentions
Which must be the bottomless depth or perpetually burning flame
Giving to you, Lord, as the token of my love which is thinking only you,
And your glory it now contemplates
I will embrace you more and longer
for my soul to rise above the earthly cares
which have been wearing my heart and soul down
Spirit of Love, my Lord God, I now implore you to come
To dwell in me to possess my soul and my heart completely
So that in one being with You, with one loving accord
I will pay more attention,
Offer numerously more portions of my daily accumulation
Of good things which my heart treasures to reserve only for Him
Who is the One, from whom all good things come
Now with my sinful unworthy hands, I hand my gifts to you to purify
Beatify them now, the most glorious Divine Spirit,
making them simplistically magnified
To dress the Lord's wounds on his broken heart,
and to clear the path, to adorn His way coming to souls

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