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Jesus in the Rosary

Jesus, my Jesus, let me walk and talk with Thee, Feel Thy grace of Thy breathe creating fires with my soul. Consume me with all Thy passions. Oh, my Jesus answer me.

Thy clouds bust out, the wind swirls, all seems to be in haste. All is quite now. Down at my knees lies a rosary and written in the dust are the words, "come follow me."

But, how my lord, with a rosary? Is not this just a bunch of repetitious prayers? "Say the rosary my child." Slowly, my fingers make their way across the beads. The words Hail Mary.  .  . come from my lips, but the Spirit makes intercessions for me with groanings which cannot be uttered (Romans 8:26) and my soul flies in the crease of His hem.

In the mysteries of the rosary I walk with Him. The angel Gabriel, the Child, such purity never known to the world before. Teaching, teaching, hear Him teaching. His words touch you as you are there and a metamorphis takes place. Now, He is at the garden you watch your Christ, the Christ, as fear wells in His body and His sweat is blood.

You wish to run comfort Him, but you know for you, for all, this must been done. They scourge Him, spit on Him, His eyes still filled with Love. Finally, the crucify Him. You can see and hear the rip of the flesh as the nails pierce His skin. The agony in His voice, the loving look He gives His mother. "Father, forgive them they know not what they do."

Your heart sinks, the veil rips, the sun eclipses. You know He did this all for you. My God, my God were are you, what have we done to you. Listen hear His voice . "Peace be unto you." He speaks, He has risen, He is God. Walk with Him in the rosary, for He is the rosary. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be a world without end.

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