Sing to me, O Mary, your magnificat.
Sing it to me when my heart is overwhelmed and when my senses are lusting for the glitters of this world. Your magnificat is both promise and proof that no matter how much they are attractively packaged, the values of this world are not what they appear to be. They leave me craving for more. They will never appease the restlessness in my heart.
Sing with me, O Mary, your magnificat.
Sing it with me everyday as I try to choose according to the mind of Jesus. Your magnificat assures me that if I willingly accept the truth about myself, that I am a creature living by God's mercy, then I will always live in joy. God will be the source of that joy. And it will be enough for me.
Sing it to me when my heart is overwhelmed and when my senses are lusting for the glitters of this world. Your magnificat is both promise and proof that no matter how much they are attractively packaged, the values of this world are not what they appear to be. They leave me craving for more. They will never appease the restlessness in my heart.
Sing with me, O Mary, your magnificat.
Sing it with me everyday as I try to choose according to the mind of Jesus. Your magnificat assures me that if I willingly accept the truth about myself, that I am a creature living by God's mercy, then I will always live in joy. God will be the source of that joy. And it will be enough for me.
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