At the end of almost every mass that I go to on Sunday, the simple two-person choir of a man playing acoustic guitar and a woman sing this song in the video. When I first heard it, I felt something rise up like a wave in me. It was as if I was getting a spiritual lift-off from the first words to the last. I don't remember the last time I felt that way from a song, and the funny thing about it was that I didn't even understand all the words that were being said...except for one line that hit me like a freight train. I've copied and pasted the words in English and Spanish below:
SOUL of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from the side of Christ, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds, hide me
Separated from Thee let me never be
From the malignant enemy, defend me
At the hour of death, call me
To come to Thee, bid me
That I may praise Thee in the company Of Thy Saints
for all eternity. Amen.
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from the side of Christ, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds, hide me
Separated from Thee let me never be
From the malignant enemy, defend me
At the hour of death, call me
To come to Thee, bid me
That I may praise Thee in the company Of Thy Saints
for all eternity. Amen.
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ALMA de Cristo, santifícame
Cuerpo de Cristo, sálvame
Sangre de Cristo, embriágame
Agua del costado de Cristo, lávame
Pasión de Cristo, confórtame
Oh buen Jesús, óyeme
Dentro de tus llagas, escóndeme
No permitas que me separe de Tí
Del maligno enemigo, defiéndeme
En la hora de mi muerte, llámame
Y mándame ir a Tí
Para que con Tus santos Te alabe
Por los siglos de los siglos. Amén.
Cuerpo de Cristo, sálvame
Sangre de Cristo, embriágame
Agua del costado de Cristo, lávame
Pasión de Cristo, confórtame
Oh buen Jesús, óyeme
Dentro de tus llagas, escóndeme
No permitas que me separe de Tí
Del maligno enemigo, defiéndeme
En la hora de mi muerte, llámame
Y mándame ir a Tí
Para que con Tus santos Te alabe
Por los siglos de los siglos. Amén.
So after doing a little searching, this is a prayer that has been used since medieval times after receiving communion. It is so beautiful, and for whatever reason, it just hits me harder in Spanish...especially the bolded lines. Whenever those lines are sung in mass, I feel my heart swell up and I get this emotion inside of me, like yeast rising. There is nothing so primal, nothing so stripped bare except wanting Christ at the hour of our death. It's much like holding your breath underwater...you get that feeling like you're going to burst if you don't fill your lungs with air. That's how we feel when we come to our end. We desperately want to see Him, we need Him so badly to take us with Him to paradise. We need to know that we've lead lives that He is pleased with, that He will allow us to spend all of eternity with him.
The thing is, that feeling of desperately needing Christ at that certain last hour...we need to be like that ALL the time. I need to have Christ fill me up every single day with grace. I need to want to pray more and more about my relationship, my family, my job search, Tomilyn's schooling, her struggles with family and career, my own struggles in wanting to support and help us...I need to throw myself into God's arms and know that His arms are always there to hold me. That core, deep feeling of wanting God in my life 24/7, especially as we lead up to the birth of Jesus, is something that I need to come to realization in my life. Here is to praying more, to needing Christ more, to bringing our relationship closer to Him and NEEDING Him within how we are and what we do.


