My Friend, My Counsellor, My King
My divine Lord, I adore You here before me
in the Tabernacle, I love You and know that
You Love me and are pleased that I have come
to speak to You.
I love to come and kneel at Your sacred feet.
I love to tell You how much I long to resemble
You in Your kindness and goodness and truth.
Dearest Lord, grant that I may love You with
a love that will keep me ever mindful of
the higher things of life, with a love that
will make me go about my duties with a cheerfulness
and graciousness that will bring joy to the
hearts of others, with a love that will help
me to carry my cross with nobility and dignity,
as one would carry some precious treasure.
Grant, my dearest Friend, that I may
comfort in drawing near to You, that
time my heart rests near Yours, it
more tender, more patient, more generous.
Sweet King, grant that some of Your
spirit may penetrate into the very
of my bones, that my thoughts may become
broad and noble, my words pure and
my actions dignified and gracious,
Godward, my will strong and determined.
Dear Counsellor of my soul, make known
me just what You would have me do and
and think, so that each day I may become
better, each day less selfish, each
like to the Heart of my Friend, my
and my King.
O my own sweet Lord; change me; work
take away from me
All that pains You, all that is a disappointment
to You, all that keeps me from becoming
strong and noble person that I long
Take my heart, my King, my gracious Lord,
and give me Yours that I, like You, may go
about doing good and making others happy.
Work so freely in me, divine Master, that
Your presence in me may attract others to
follow after You and may they find virtue
the most engrossing interest in life, and
the practice of goodness a source of joy
Good-bye, my divine and cherished King,
am going out into the world now. I
will anyone feel that I come from You?
I have been close, quite close to Sanctity?
That I have been speaking to the greatest
and tenderest of Friends? That I have
listening to the kindest and wisest
I do hope some one will feel it, dearest
Lord. I should be disappointed to know
I had none of the frangrace of the
about me, for You know, divinest Lord,
I want people to know that I am Your
slave, Your willing tool, Your servant,
Your child. But, sweet Master, how
know this unless there is some mark
me, unless something in me makes them
I shall begin by being kind to everyone,
so kind that those who see me will
where I learned it and will watch and
that I come daily to visit You, my
and they will guess the secret, and
come to You themselves. Then I shall
little conquerer too, conquering souls
leading them gently to Your Feet.
Good-bye once more, my tender, loving
I shall come to You again tomorrow.
am going out to work for You by thinking
of You, loving You, and smiling for
my tender Friend, my patient Counsellor,
my great and wondrous King.
J. S. E., RABBONI: Heart to Heart Before
Cincinnati, Ohio: Ursuline Nuns, 1920.
Visits to the Blessed Sacrament: My Cherished