Warm Your Heart at the Crib
Who would not shed tears of tenderness from the heart, seeing a God, for our sake become a Babe in swaddling bands, for our sake placed on the hay of a manger, for our sake in need of the breath of two beasts of burden! What a misfortune it would be if I would not let myself be consumed by holy love and would prefer to remain tepid and cold as I was before
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