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The Sacred Heart (also known as Most Sacred Heart of Jesus) is one of the most famous religious devotions to Jesus' physical heart as the representation of his divine love for humanity.
This devotion is predominantly used in the Catholic Church and among some high-church Anglicans and Lutherans. The devotion especially emphasizes the unmitigated love, compassion, and long-suffering of the heart of Christ towards humanity. The origin of this devotion in its modern form is derived from a French Roman Catholic nun, Marguerite Marie Alacoque, who said she learned the devotion from Jesus during a mystical experience. Predecessors to the modern devotion arose unmistakably in the Middle Ages in various facets of Catholic mysticism.
In the Roman Catholic tradition, the Sacred Heart has been closely associated with Acts of Reparation to Jesus Christ. In his encyclical Miserentissimus Redemptor, Pope Pius XI stated: "the spirit of expiation or reparation has always had the first and foremost place in the worship given to the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus". The Golden Arrow Prayer directly refers to the Sacred Heart.
I see a knight - a wandering fool
A man of few words
Doesn’t play by the rules of deceit
I see a knight - courageous and cool
A master of swords
One who never surrenders, and knows no defeat
Now their ship’s setting sail
To the Castle of Sadness
Will their quest for the Grail
Lead to glory or madness
Will their search ever end
Are they lost in this secret land
Where nothing is real
One is judged by his deeds
Based on moral perfection
One is found too discrete
For not asking the questions
So their search never ends
They are lost in these secret lands
Where nothing is real
They can see it, almost touch it
But their eyes will be blinded by the light
Lacking courage, lacking virtue, lacking wisdom
Just found in the purest of knights
I see a knight - his journey begins
He comes from afar
And where others have failed he’ll succeed
I see a knight - free of all sins
His goodness of heart will earn him his place on the
Perilous Seat
In his barren domain
Waits a king for the right one
Plagued by terrible pains
That won’t stop ’till the knight comes
Whose compassion is real
Then his wounds will be healed at last
All misery’s passed
He can see it, he can touch it
And his eyes won’t be blinded by the light
Only courage, only virtue, only wisdom
Combined in the purest of knights
I see a knight
I see a knight