Fish on Friday and welcome my brothers and sisters to this blog by yours truly, `Christmas` Kimble. I think that as I was born on Christmas day 1957, then Christmas would be an appropriate nickname!
Here are some photos of my latest art, accompanied by quotes from another.
Have a good day my brothers and sisters. Please pray that my youngest son Harry is cured from the wretched Leukemia that has invaded his body and can spend many decades living out the life of a great man of God.
Your humble brother and servant of Christ, Peter G Kimble/
I want to hear from you and so mail me now petgkimb@gmail.com
Here are some photos of my latest art, accompanied by quotes from another.
Do You Realize…
“Do you realize that Jesus is there in the tabernacle expressly for you – for you alone? He burns with the desire to come into your heart…don’t listen to the demon, laugh at him, and go without fear to receive the Jesus of peace and love…
“Receive Communion often, very often…there you have the sole remedy, if you want to be cured. Jesus has not put this attraction in your heart for nothing…”
“The guest of our soul knows our misery; He comes to find an empty tent within us – that is all He asks.”
- St Teresa of Lisieux
Jesus Only
Oh, how my heart would spend itself, to bless;
It hath such need to prove its tenderness! And yet what heart can my heart comprehend? What heart shall always love me without end? All – all in vain for such return seek I; Jesus alone my soul can satisfy. Naught else contents or charms me here below; Created things no lasting joy bestow |
My peace, my joy, my love, O Christ!
‘Tis Thou alone! Thou hast sufficed. |
Thou didst know how to make a mother’s heart;
Tenderest of fathers, Lord! to me Thou art. My only Love, Jesus, Divinest Word! More than maternal is Thy heart, dear Lord! Each moment Thou my way dost guard and guide; I call – at once I find Thee at my side - And if, sometimes Thou hid’st Thy face from me, Thou com’st Thyself to help me seek for Thee. |
Thee, Thee, alone I choose: I am Thy bride.
Unto Thy arms I hasten, there to hide. Thee would I love, as little children love; For Thee, like warrior bold, my love I’d prove. Now, like to children, full of joy and glee, So come I, Lord! to show my love to Thee; Yet, like a warrior bold with high elation, Rush I to combats in my blest vocation. |
Thy Heart is Guardian of our innocence;
Not once shall it deceive my confidence. Wholly my hopes are placed in Thee, dear Lord! After long exile, I Thy Face adored In heaven shall see. When clouds the skies o’erspread. To Thee, my Jesus! I lift up my head; For, in Thy tender glance, these words I see: ‘O child! I made My radiant heaven for thee. |
I know it well – my burning tears and sighs
Are full of charm for Thy benignant eyes. Strong seraphs form in heaven Thy court divine, Yet Thou dost seek this poor weak heart of mine. Ah! take my heart! Jesus, ’tis Thine alone; All my desires I yield to Thee, my Own! And all my friends, that are so loved by me, No longer will I love them, save in Thee! |
June, 1894.
My Hope
Though in a foreign land I dwell afar,
I taste in dreams the endless joys of heaven.
Fain would I fly beyond the farthest star,
And see the wonders to the ransomed given!
No more the sense of exile weighs on me,
When once I dream of that immortal day.
To my true fatherland, dear God! I see,
For the first timeI soon shall fly away.
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Ah! give me, Jesus! wings as white as snow,
That unto Thee I soon may take my flight.
I long to be where flowers unfading blow;
I long to see Thee, O my heart’s Delight!
I long to fly to Mary’s mother-arms, -
To rest upon that spotless throne of bliss;
And, sheltered there from troubles and alarms,
For the first timeto feel her gentle kiss.
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Thy first sweet smile of welcoming delight
Soon show, O Jesus! to Thy lowly bride;
O’ercome with rapture at that wondrous sight,
Within Thy Sacred Heart, ah! let me hide.
O happy moment! and O heavenly grace!
When I shall hear Thee, Jesus, speak to me;
And the full vision of Thy glorious Face
For the first timemy longing eyes shall see.
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Thou knowest well, my only martyrdom
Is love, O Heart of Jesus Christ! for Thee;
And if my soul craves for its heavenly home,
‘Tis but to love Thee more, eternally.
Above, when Thy sweet Face unveiled I view,
Measure nor bounds shall to my love be given;
Forever my delight shall seem as new
As the first timemy spirit entered heaven
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June, 1894.
To The Sacred Heart
Beside the tomb wept Magdalen at dawn, -
She sought to find the dead and buried Christ;
Nothing could fill the void now He was gone,
No one to soothe her burning grief sufficed.
She sought to find the dead and buried Christ;
Nothing could fill the void now He was gone,
No one to soothe her burning grief sufficed.
Not even you, Archangels heaven-assigned!
To her could bring content that dreary day.
Your buried King, alone, she longed to find,
And bear His lifeless body far away.
To her could bring content that dreary day.
Your buried King, alone, she longed to find,
And bear His lifeless body far away.
Beside His tomb she there the last remained,
And there again was she before the sun;
There, too, to come to her the Saviour deigned, -
He would not be, by her, in love outdone.
And there again was she before the sun;
There, too, to come to her the Saviour deigned, -
He would not be, by her, in love outdone.
Gently He showed her then His blessed Face,
And one word sprang from His deep Heart’s recess:
Mary! His voice she knew, she knew its grace;
It came with perfect peace her heart to bless.
And one word sprang from His deep Heart’s recess:
Mary! His voice she knew, she knew its grace;
It came with perfect peace her heart to bless.
One day, my God! I, too, like Magdalen,
Desired to find Thee, to draw near to Thee;
So, over earth’s immense, wide-stretching plain,
I sought its Master and its King to see.
Desired to find Thee, to draw near to Thee;
So, over earth’s immense, wide-stretching plain,
I sought its Master and its King to see.
Then cried I, though I saw the flowers bloom
In beauty ‘neath green trees and azure skies:
O brilliant Naturel thou art one vast tomb,
Unless God’s Face shall greet my longing eyes.”
In beauty ‘neath green trees and azure skies:
O brilliant Naturel thou art one vast tomb,
Unless God’s Face shall greet my longing eyes.”
A heart I need, to soothe me and to bless, -
A strong support that can not pass away, -
To love me wholly, e’en my feebleness,
And never leave me through the night or day.
A strong support that can not pass away, -
To love me wholly, e’en my feebleness,
And never leave me through the night or day.
There is not one created thing below,
Can love me truly, and can never die.
God become man – none else’ my needs can know;
He, He alone, can understand my cry.
Can love me truly, and can never die.
God become man – none else’ my needs can know;
He, He alone, can understand my cry.
Thou comprehendest all I need, dear Lord!
To win my heart, from heaven Thou didst come;
For me Thy blood didst shed, O King adored!
And on our altars makest Thy home.
To win my heart, from heaven Thou didst come;
For me Thy blood didst shed, O King adored!
And on our altars makest Thy home.
So, if I may not here behold Thy Face,
Or catch the heaenly music of Thy Voice,
I still can live, each moment, by Thy grace,
And in Thy Sacred Heart I can rejoice.
Or catch the heaenly music of Thy Voice,
I still can live, each moment, by Thy grace,
And in Thy Sacred Heart I can rejoice.
O Heart of Jesus, wealth of tenderness!
My joy Thou art, in Thee I safely hide.
Thou, Who my earliest youth didst charm and bless,
Till my last evening, oh! with me abide,
My joy Thou art, in Thee I safely hide.
Thou, Who my earliest youth didst charm and bless,
Till my last evening, oh! with me abide,
All that I had, to Thee I wholly gave,
To Thee each deep desire of mine is known.
Whoso his life shall lose, that life shall save; -
Let mine be ever lost in Thine alone!
To Thee each deep desire of mine is known.
Whoso his life shall lose, that life shall save; -
Let mine be ever lost in Thine alone!
I know it well, no righteousness of mine
Hath any value in Thy searching eyes;
Its every breath my heart must draw from Thine,
To make of worth my life’s long sacrifice.
Hath any value in Thy searching eyes;
Its every breath my heart must draw from Thine,
To make of worth my life’s long sacrifice.
Thou hast not found Thine angels without taint;
Thy Law amid the thunderbolts was given;
And yet, my Jesus! I nor fear nor faint.
For me, on Calvary, Thy Heart was riven.
Thy Law amid the thunderbolts was given;
And yet, my Jesus! I nor fear nor faint.
For me, on Calvary, Thy Heart was riven.
To see Thee in Thy glory face to face, -
I know it well, – the soul must pass through fires.
Choose I on earth my purgatorial place, -
The flaming love of Thy great Heart’s desires!
I know it well, – the soul must pass through fires.
Choose I on earth my purgatorial place, -
The flaming love of Thy great Heart’s desires!
So shall my exiled soul, to death’s command,
Make answer with one cry of perfect love;
Then flying straight to heaven its Fatherland,
Shall reach with no delay that home above.
Make answer with one cry of perfect love;
Then flying straight to heaven its Fatherland,
Shall reach with no delay that home above.
Thou Hast Broken My Bonds, O Lord
Thou, Jesu! on this day my earthly bonds hast broken.
In Mary’s Order old, my soul true goods shall find;
And if today: “farewell” my quivering lips have spoken
To those who loved me best, so dear, so true, so kind,
Thou, Lord, wilt be to them far more than I could be;
And Thou wilt deign to win some sinful souls through me.
In Mary’s Order old, my soul true goods shall find;
And if today: “farewell” my quivering lips have spoken
To those who loved me best, so dear, so true, so kind,
Thou, Lord, wilt be to them far more than I could be;
And Thou wilt deign to win some sinful souls through me.
Jesu! on Carmel I shall dwell -
Thy love has called Thy child to that oasis fair;
There I desire to serve Thee well,
To love Thee there, and then to die,
There! yes, my Jesu, there!
Thy love has called Thy child to that oasis fair;
There I desire to serve Thee well,
To love Thee there, and then to die,
There! yes, my Jesu, there!
O Jesu! on this day, Thy loe my prayer has granted;
Before Thy altar throne hereafter ’tis my part
Calmly to wait for heaven, – all pain to bear undaunted, -
And, lifting to the rays of Thy white Host my heart,
Within that fire of love all self to burn away,
And, like a seraph blest, to serve Thee night and day.
Before Thy altar throne hereafter ’tis my part
Calmly to wait for heaven, – all pain to bear undaunted, -
And, lifting to the rays of Thy white Host my heart,
Within that fire of love all self to burn away,
And, like a seraph blest, to serve Thee night and day.
Ah, Jesu! ’twill be mine to dwell,
One day, with Thee on high, in heaven’s bright mansions fair
There evermore to love Thee well,
To love Thee, and no more to die,
There! yes, my Jesu, there!
One day, with Thee on high, in heaven’s bright mansions fair
There evermore to love Thee well,
To love Thee, and no more to die,
There! yes, my Jesu, there!
-Saint Teresa of Lisieux15 August 1895
translated by S L Emery
translated by S L Emery
Have a good day my brothers and sisters. Please pray that my youngest son Harry is cured from the wretched Leukemia that has invaded his body and can spend many decades living out the life of a great man of God.
Your humble brother and servant of Christ, Peter G Kimble/
I want to hear from you and so mail me now petgkimb@gmail.com
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