The Prayer of the Beatitudes

  1. O Christ of the Poor in Spirit, they have no light of their own, no wealth of their own, yet because of your glory shining within them they will be known in the kingdom of God. O Christ of the Poor in Spirit create in my crowded heart a space for God.
  2. O Christ of those who Mourn, a holy sorrow washes my soul as the ache of others’ pain threads its way through my being. Sharing their sorrow without trying to take it away brings healing and comfort. O Christ of those who mourn, create in me a new courage to sit beside the sorrowing.
  3. O Christ of the Lowly Ones, possessing no power save a truth deep within, God’s ‘little ones’ linger long over the truth. They receive rather than take. O Christ of the Lowly Ones create in me a gentle, open spirit.
  4. O Christ of those who hunger for justice, what is this gnawing in the center of their being? Hunger-pains, refusing to be satisfied with anything less than God. In the deep caverns of their souls lives a blazing zeal that burns for truth. O Christ, Sun of Justice, burn your way into my soul with the terrible gift of this same burning zeal.
  5. O Christ of the Merciful, who are these people wearing the robes of your mercy? Have you returned again in the person of their flesh? Your love shines out in them like a full moon.
  6. O Christ of the Pure of Heart, who are these fearless ones who have opened the doors of their hearts? In the center of my being dwells a heart that is a stranger to division.  Forever it whispers, I am the soul of you.  Believe in Me!  O Christ of the Pure of Heart Create in me deep faith in my undivided heart.
  1. O Christ of the Poor in Spirit, they have no light of their own, no wealth of their own, yet because of your glory shining within them they will be known in the kingdom of God. O Christ of the Poor in Spirit create in my crowded heart a space for God.
  2. O Christ of those who Mourn, a holy sorrow washes my soul as the ache of others’ pain threads its way through my being. Sharing their sorrow without trying to take it away brings healing and comfort. O Christ of those who mourn, create in me a new courage to sit beside the sorrowing.
  3. O Christ of the Lowly Ones, possessing no power save a truth deep within, God’s ‘little ones’ linger long over the truth. They receive rather than take. O Christ of the Lowly Ones create in me a gentle, open spirit.

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