Son, always commit thy cause to Me; I will dispose well of it in due season. Wait for My disposal, and thou shalt find it will be for thy advantage.
Lord, I willingly commit all things to Thee, for my care can profit little.
-Bk. III, ch. xxxix.
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There is a tree whose roots are fast
In Heaven's soil; but see,
Its leafy canopy is spread
On earth! Love is the tree,
And self-surrender is its fruit.
O loving soul, draw near!
Beneath its shade true peace is found,
When love has cast out fear.
-Poems
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Adapted from Just For Today(©1943 Burns & Oates)
Nihil Obstat: Reginaldus Phillips, S.T.L.,Censor deputatus
Imprimatur: Edwardus Myers, Vic. Cap.
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