Aug. 28, 2013 Wednesday: St. Augustine of Hippo
Here is my heart, O God,
here it is with all its secrets.
Look into my thoughts, O my hope,
and take away all my wrong feelings.
Let my eyes be ever on you
and release my feet from the snare.
I ask you to live with me,
to reign in me, to make this heart
of mine a holy temple,
a fit dwelling for your divine majesty. Amen.
— St. Augustine of Hippo
“No one knows what he himself is made of, except his own spirit within him, yet there is still some part of him which remains hidden even from his own spirit; but you, Lord, know everything about a human being because you have made him...Let me, then, confess what I know about myself, and confess too what I do not know, because what I know of myself I know only because you shed light on me, and what I do not know I shall remain ignorant about until my darkness becomes like bright noon before your face.”
― St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions
here it is with all its secrets.
Look into my thoughts, O my hope,
and take away all my wrong feelings.
Let my eyes be ever on you
and release my feet from the snare.
I ask you to live with me,
to reign in me, to make this heart
of mine a holy temple,
a fit dwelling for your divine majesty. Amen.
— St. Augustine of Hippo
“No one knows what he himself is made of, except his own spirit within him, yet there is still some part of him which remains hidden even from his own spirit; but you, Lord, know everything about a human being because you have made him...Let me, then, confess what I know about myself, and confess too what I do not know, because what I know of myself I know only because you shed light on me, and what I do not know I shall remain ignorant about until my darkness becomes like bright noon before your face.”
― St. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions
