At the tip of a Roman spear,
against the soft flesh
of Christ's heart;
Heaven was opened to Eve.

For she had scattered her children,
leaving them to die;
roaming the streets without a home.

The Son of God now gathers us,
a shepherd for the lost;
anyone who longs to have a home.

This is the word of The Lord,
that no one seeking shelter;
shall be found out in the rain.

It is the promise of our Father,
upon the lips of His beloved Son.

A child now rests,
Father;
her mother still feeds her,
and the mother of her mother.

It is enough for me,
to know that she is fed;
but if you bring her to me,
as is Your want,
bring to me my true desire.

One thorn is enough to cry out,
imagine then a crown;
and every wound of flesh,
The Passion of my longing heart.

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