Love and Lord By Gerard A. Lessard, O.P. Perhaps it is a wind that blows, A whisper in the air, A movement, yes, yet more that flows Amid my soul's dark lair. Perhaps it is a voice that sings A melody and rhyme, Accompanied by skillful strings And keeping perfect time. Perhaps it is a feeling deep, Emotions unexplained, Or maybe too a need to weep For fiendish lures that feigned. So by what means should I discern This penetrating surge, For it could brighten or could burn, This mystifying urge? Can this be something natural Or from beyond this world? If good and supernatural, My heart's a sail unfurled. The Holy Spirit some do claim, Imposing what they willed, Attributing to God the blame, But with themselves they're filled. Yet surely, You are Love and Lord. Your Light unseen has shone. To gather us in one accord, You make Your Presence known. Imparting secrets as my Friend, You give Yourself to me. For You as well my life I spend, Approaching purity. The "Third" they say, but I the "First," The Person here with me, To guide and guard against the worst, Espousing fealty.	Back In the Fold By John Barron I joined His holy flock, After years on my own. But then I saw the Light, And decided to come home. Lying in repose before Him, Resting in peace comfortably. Why would I ever leave here, Good Shepherd watch over me. The unbanked flood of fear, Where I used to run and hide. Has lost its pull and attraction, Its appeal only to my pride. Every time I fled Your care, You faithfully sought my return. Lifting me up without comment, Hoping this time I would learn. Now my concerns are Yours, My welfare belongs to You. My work will be to follow, And do what You tell me to. Oh Shepherd and my Leader, I strain only to hear your voice. Why did it take so long, To finally make this choice. Upon this verdant pasture, I will live and take my fill, I may be only one lamb, But deeply you care still. I will go within Your gates, Gladly moving where You say. Once more I thank you Jesus, For another glorious day.