Oh how good it is in silence
To listen to Him over and over,
To enjoy the peace of His presence,
and then to surrender wholly to His love.
O Lamb, so pure and so meek,
You my All, my only One,
How well you know that your fiancée,
Your little one, hungers greatly for You.
She hungers to feed upon her Master,
Above all to be consumed by Him,
To surrender fully to Him her whole being
So she may be totally taken.
Oh, that I may be possessed by You;
One who lives by You alone,
Yours, your living host,
Consumed by you on the Cross.