What else could He do?

 My God, I forget all fear and all mistrust.

I melt away for joy and love,

whenever I lay my eyes on the Tabernacle

And, in my soul, repeat these words:

“That Host is my God, my Creator…

My Master…  My Bridegroom!

You see me… You think about me…

You love me…"

 

What else could He do? For God is love.
I may not be worthy of it, but He is love!

Bl Edouard Poppe

Excerpt from Spiritual Notebook

of Bl Edouard Poppe

July 17, 1917