Post #6396

You come down from the stars, oh King of the Heavens, and enter into a grotto in the cold and the ice, and enter into a grotto, in the cold and the ice. Oh my divine Baby, I see you here, shivering, oh blessed God! Ah, how much it cost you to have loved me! Ah, how much it cost you to have loved me! You who are of the world the Creator, without clothes and heat, oh my Lord, without clothes and heat, oh my Lord. Dear little chosen child, how much this poverty increases my love, since love made you poor again! Since love made you poor again!