DON'T LOOK AT THE GIFT BUT AT THE GIVER
I
Jesus kindly gave me a beautiful rose,
and on its stem an innocent little thorn.
I contemplate on its beauty and wondrous repose
I contemplate on its beauty and wondrous repose
but soon enough it withered I mourn for its loss.
II
I garthered the Petals and kissed them with love,
painfully remembering how beautfiful they were once,
but they're wilted and their freshness will nver come back.
Never for me to see like one rose of my life.
III
With care, with love, I pressed its stem on my breast,
My last remembrance from Jesus and the rose.
Suddenly I saw blodd gushing out of my chest,
the thorn I embraced was nailed on my breast.
IV
I deeply felt the pain in the wound,
I contemplate on it and ,letting the warm blood flow.
Doing nothing to stop it I heard a voice
gently telling me " there's a thorn in your
heart what will you do."
V
Will you pluck it out of indignation?
Then the voice of Jesus gently telling me
"No my beloved accept it and kissed it.
It's the same love that gave you the rose
and the thorn."
VI
So I said to Jesus " I see your divine countenance
that smile at me with a special sweetness
there's nothing more that I ask from you
but to accept the gift that you've given me.
