Cling on the hem of My robe

November 15, 1992

"If only my miseries could be weighed, and all my ills be put on the scales! But they outweigh the sands of the seas: what wonder then if my words are wild?" (Jb. 6:2-3)

I shiver with horror to think I might be wrong!
Will I be found with blame in Your Presence, my God?
Yet I have taken root in You,
I saw You standing there, silent,
with Your Hand outstretched as someone expecting alms,
then I heard a Voice, ¹ a Name² was given me
and my soul succumbed into My Father's Arms.
O God! How I love You!

My child, My child .... how I, the Lord, love you! I love you to tears .... cease listening to the evil one who tries to destroy all the good things I have given you;

have faith in My Love, I will never fail you³ .... never⁴ ... so have My Peace, this Peace I have given you and know, My child, that greater love than Mine you will never meet .... ah, My child, cling on the hem of My robe; I am here and with you;