Author: householdoftheholyfamily

Let me draw water from Your spring
     That never will run dry,
For I to You my dry heart bring;
     Without You my heart dies.

In my heart there is nothing worth
     Unless you irrigate
With water once gave me new birth;
     Please be on time, not late.

Keep me connected to Your vine
     Or I will perish here,
Give me Your Blood made from Your wine
     And cast out all my fear.

Your bread Your Body will then come—
     With Blood and water lives—
In me with You my heart becomes
     A place where You forgive.

Then in my weakness others see
     Your strength will make hearts great,
When to You we will bend our knee
     We’re saved from Adam’s fate.

Your water, Body, Blood are all
     Our hearts will ever need
To save us from Old Adam’s fall
     As our heart’s cry You heed. 

𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰—
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 “𝐈 𝐀𝐦”—
𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬” 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰,
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 “𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬,” 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧,
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐧,
𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝
𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐎𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧.

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞.

MEMORIAL, JANUARY 28

O Lord, I am a white-washed wall
     Surrounding human vile
Inherited from Adam’s fall
     With twisted human will.

And yet there’s knowledge deep inside,
     Some goodness there remains–
Gives me a hope there still abides
     Your image, although stained.

The knowledge of my human wrong
     Is first step to Your right,
But evil in me is so strong
     I need in me Your might. 

But it’s so hard for me to see
     That might in human life;
Your strength found in humility
     Amid our human strife. 

For as a Child to world You came
     From Mother, one of us;
Humility of her was same
     As took You to the Cross.

“I am the Lord’s Handmaid,” she said—
     Became “Thy will be done;”
In Garden You’re new human head
     And with Your Mother one.

And now there stirs within my heart
     Humility’s own strength.
Like You I’m called to Mary’s part;
     With New Eve I must think.

And when I say “I’m Lord’s handmaid,”
     In me Your image see;
Your goodness there which you have made,
     With Mary, sets me free.    

Come, make us holy, Lord,
Through Your forgiveness here
That we may You adore
Both here and when we’re there.

May we rest in her lap
As Mary mothers us
That even when we nap,
In Jesus we will trust.

May we our offerings bring
To You with holy hands
And hearts that in us sing–
Spread joy throughout the land.

And when our days here end,
We will to heaven go
On Spirit’s breath You send
To all who love You so. 

O Lord, please take away our fear
     Of future and of death
And make the present to us dear
     So we may feel Your breath,

For now is when eternity
     Is present in our time,
The hour when Blessed Trinity
     Speaks to us His own rhyme—

A rhyme about a dream come true
     When Author steps on stage
Through womb of Lady dressed in blue
     Who is His own handmaid.

And in that hour at Nazareth
     The past and future came;
Through Second Eve we all find rest
     From restless, sinful games.

Those games of pride and power played,
     We think we’re in control,
But future always has a way
     Of making our plans droll.

For us the “yes” that Mary said,
     Eternity makes now–
Comes Christ who is our sacred Head;
     To Him on knees we bow.

Our bowing brings our future here
     As past is colored new—
No longer past and future drear
     Through Lady dressed in blue. 

May I become an ark for you
     Where humble You can dwell,
As virtue in me You imbue,
     Our Lord, Emmanuel.

Let me not be consumed by pride
     For by it Satan fell;
It cannot live where You abide
     As You break Satan’s spell.

Humility will single make
     My heart as I serve You;
For dreams I have I will forsake
     As You make me anew.

Those gifts that I have tried to use
     For notoriety,
No longer will I them abuse
     As Your love reigns in me. 

For then I will discover how
Those gifts held in Your hand
Give glory to You when I bow,
     Spread joy throughout Your land. 

To mourning hearts His joy will come
     When we turn toward His Cross
Where sacrifice He has become
     When we thought we were lost.

He takes our sin into His death
     And with Him we arise;
New life we know by Spirit’s breath,
     A life will never die.

Our sorrows cast into the deep
     As joy invades our souls,
And His joy He within us keeps–
     With warmth casts out our cold.

His everlasting praise we sing
     As we to heaven go,
And His yoke He around us rings
     Because He loves us so. 

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰;
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰
𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰
𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐖𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩
𝐎𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭,
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩
𝐈𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬.

𝐖𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦;
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞
𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐦
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞,
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲
𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭
𝐓𝐡𝐚t 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬:
𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭–
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐲.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞
𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞,
𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬
𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡
𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞
𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭.