A Votive Heart

Sweet Savior, I give to Thee my heart.
Make it as your own,
That it may love those in the world,
And those, having past from its bounds,
Not ready to see the Father’s glory.

With my every breath,
I wait on Thee,
Pleading the perfection of my cherished loves.
Pray, lift the veils persisting to obscure Your Beauty.

Let me be a living prayer,
A votive candle,
Burning on the altar of Your Cross,
Whose smoke rises as incense
With Your Resurrection from the dead.
I am a captive to Your call upon my heart.

I draw each breath,
For those You have give me in this life,
As friend, foe, neighbor or passing stranger,
And those still alien to Your love,
All, whom the Father desires
For life in You and in glory.