"Obsession"

Your ideal, your vocation: it's madness. And your friends, your brothers: they're crazy. Answer firmly that you are grateful to God for the honor of being one of those "lunatics".

Lord, make us crazy with a contagious craziness!

- Josemaria Escriva

What can I do with my obsession with the things I cannot see?

Is there madness in my being? Is it the wind that moves the trees?

Sometimes you're further than the moon.

Sometimes you're closer than my skin.

And you surround me like a winter fog.

You've come and burned me with a kiss.

And my heart burns for you.

And my heart burns for you.

And I'm so filthy with my sin. I carry pride like a disease.

You know I'm stubborn, Lord, and I'm longing to be close.

And I feel lonely without hope.

And I feel lonely without vision.

You wrap around me like a winter coat.

You come and free me like a bird.