Siphon me, Jesus,
draw out from me my love;
and when my tank is empty,
turn my heart to yours.

In this exchange of love for love,
where it flows from heart to heart;
and heart to heart,
may there be little leakage.

Jesus, I cannot accept your Sabbath,
unless it be the one of your apostles;
taking grains of wheat to eat,
the grains of my daughters.

This, I can accept.

If you keep me hidden, Christ,
I am more happy;
than to be a face for all.

But that His words ring true,
let them wonder;
and draw many to my words.

This, our love for God,
that these words echo in hearts;
to test souls, and see,
who can accept my voice.

This is my voice,
"go unto Akita, my children;
and through Mary unto my husband,
he will take you to The Father,
Husband of my heart."

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