As I Kneel Before the Blessed Sacrament
I write this note, upon your heart,
That while I dote, you may impart,
Your sacred motto, from your tower in the sky:
How am I so low, to reach you so high?
Now in this time, my hour is spent,
Before the Blessed Sacrament,
The King of Kings has bowed His head,
Behind the Sacramental bread.
Across the vast and timeless span,
Our God has deigned to be a Man,
And by His holy sacrifice,
Regained our place in paradise.
His Virgin ship, with sails unfurled,
Which borne this God-Man to this world,
In patience stands with Mercy mild,
And begs forgiveness for Her child.
Despite my blindness, sin and scars,
I know the One who made the stars,
Will also, here, my life restore,
Because He’s human to the core.