You come down from the stars
Oh, King of Heavens,
And You come in a cave in the cold, in the frost.
Oh, my Divine Baby
I see you trembling here,
Oh, Blessed God
Ah, how much it costs You, your loving me.
For You, who is the Creator of the world,
No clothes and fire, oh my Lord.
Dear chosen one, little baby,
This dire poverty,
Makes me love You more,
Since Love made You more poor.
You leave the beautiful glory of the divine bosom,
To come suffer on a little hay.
Sweet love of my heart,
Where did love carry You?
O my Jesus.
Why do You suffer so much? Because You love me.
But if your suffering was Your will,
Why, afterwards do You wish to weep?
My Jesus, I understand you, yes!
Ah, my Lord!
You are weeping not because of pain, but because of love.
You are crying because You see me ungrateful,
Whence such great love, so little beloved!
Oh, beloved of my breast,
If previously it was this way,
Now I love only You.
Dear, don't cry anymore, since I love You, and I love You.
You sleep, my child, but meanwhile the heart
Is not sleeping, but is always awake.
Ah, my beautiful and pure lamb,
What are You thinking of? Tell me.
Oh, immense love!
"I think one day I'll die for you," You reply.
So You are thinking of dying for me, my God:
Who else, besides you, can I love?
Oh Mary, my hope,
If I love your Jesus so little,
Don't be outraged.
Love Him for me, if I am not able to love Him!
Alfonso Maria de' Liguori (1696 - 1787) Italy
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Source: Mama Lisa's World
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