Silverpoints — Mon Dieu m'a Dit

MON DIEU M'A DIT: .

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God has spoken: Love me, son, thou must; Oh see My broken side; my heart, its rays refulgent shine;

My feet, insulted, stabbed, that Mary bathes with brine Of bitter tears my sad arms, helpless, son, for thee;

With thy sins heavy; and my hands;

thou seest the rod;

Thou seest the nails, the sponge, the gall; and all my pain Must teach thee love, amidst a world where flesh doth reign, My flesh alone, my blood, my voice, the voice of God, Say, have I not loved thee, loved thee to death, O brother in my Father, in the Spirit son?

Say, as the word is written, is my work not done?

Thy deepest woe have I not sobbed with struggling breath?

Has not thy sweat of anguished nights from all my pores in pain Of blood dripped, piteous friend, who seekest me in vain?