Draw me, my Beloved, in Your Footsteps

“draw me, my Beloved, in Your Footsteps
that exhale a sweet scent of myrrh;

lead me by the hand into Your Chamber,¹ my King,
where in privacy I will hear Your royal Voice;

brighten my face, O Lover of mankind, with Your smile;
let Your gaze of tender love,
an all-excelling glance, transcending every sense,
be upon me;

if I have ever failed You
or even for a mere instance made You raise an eyebrow
because of my frailty,
I implore Your most Sacred Heart to show me compassion;

You have the power over life and death
and I now come to You
to find my shelter in Your Sacred Heart
where one finds Life and everlasting rest;”