Monday, November 30, 2015


“I slipped His fingers,
I escaped His feet,
I ran and hid, for Him I feared to meet.

One day I passed Him, fettered on a tree,
He turned His head, looked, and beckoned me.
Neither by speed, nor strength could He prevail.
Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail.

He could not run and clasp me if He tried
But with His eye, he bade me reach His side.
“For pity’s sake,” thought I, “I’ll set you free.”
“Nay - hold this cross,” He said, “and follow Me.

This yoke is easy, this burden light
Not hard or grievous if you wear it tight.”
So did I follow Him who could not move,
An uncaught captive in the hands of love.“

-Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen

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