I Toast The Pope, But I Toast

O Most Sacred, Most Loving Heart Of Jesus, Thou Art Concealed In The Holy Eucharist, And Thou Beatest For Us Still.... Thou Art The Heart Of The Most High Made Man.... Thy Sacred Heart Is The Instrument And Organ Of Thy Love. It Did Beat For Us. It Yearned For Us. It Ached For Our Salvation. It Was On Fire Through Zeal, That The Glory Of God Might Be Manifested In And By Us.... In Worshipping Thee I Worship My Incarnate God, My Emmanuel

Make Me What Thou Wouldst Have Me. I Bargain For Nothing. I Make No Terms. I Seek For No Previous Information Whither Thou Art Taking Me. I Will Be What Thou Wilt Make Me, And All That Thou Wilt Make Me. I Say Not, I Will Follow Thee Whithersoever Thou Goest, For I Am Weak, But I Give Myself To Thee, To Lead Me Anywhither.

God Created You To Do Him Some Particular Service. He Has Given Some Work To You That He Has Not Given To Another. You Have Your Mission. You Shall Do Good.

All Men Have A Reason, But Not All Men Can Give A Reason.

Conscience Is The Aboriginal Vicar Of Christ.