His Monstrance

You beckon us to enter through Your gate
That’s open when Your Body is exposed
In Monstrance where we can participate
In You, for Incarnation brings You low.

You taste with us the death all mortals know
And bury it with You inside Your tomb,
Then when You rise in each of us you sow
A new creation in Your garden blooms.

And everyone in bloom who’s perfect self
In Monstrance is then visible in You–
Each grafted in Your heart with all Your health
Displayed in Church for all the world to view.

Outside ourselves in You we’ve longed to be:
At last we know in You is where we’re free.