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The Face of God

O God, we long to see the face
     Of Your Son in His crib,
The hope of all the human race
     Born from New Adam’s rib.

For through Your Son You re-create
     All people ever born,
And He is born of Spirit’s mate,
     Who never is forlorn.

For she is born to say her “yes”–
In freedom from our sin–
To welcome Him as heaven’s guest;
Our race is born again.

We find our guest is King disguised
With His humility,
And in a manger He will lie–
A King who’ll set us free.

He’ll take our sin into His death,
On third day rise to life,
And You begin with Spirit’s breath
New dawn with heaven’s light.

So as we to that stable go
Where we will His face see,
We know that You to us will show
A sight of who we’ll be.

On Giving Thanks

The wonder of this world in which we live
Where new creation every day breaks through
And we see truth and goodness Jesus gives
Where old world dies and rises with Him new!

Our vision of Him clearer will become
When we repent and our sin dies with Him
And Jesus in each heart Himself will come–
Brings light to hearts made dark by willful sin.

In lightened hearts arises gratitude
And we at altar kneel to give Him thanks,
For hearts once poor can know His plentitude
In Catholic Church where bless’ed ones join ranks.

We give to everyone a helping hand
As Jesus spreads His goodness through our land.

Dawn Within the Night

Can dawn be born within the night,
A dawn we long to see?
And yet we journey for the sight
Of Him who’ll set us free.

With wise we follow Morning Star
To see where it will lead;
They guide us who have travelled far

For we know what we need is Him
Who saves from sin and death,
And we are told “In Bethlehem
You’ll find where your hearts rest.”

Our longing hearts seek His relief;
He’ll rest our striving souls,
As in Him we place our belief
That He will make us whole.

With hope in Him we travel on
And joy in hearts is born,
For sin and death will both be gone
With birth on Christmas morn.

Unique in Him

A holy temple He has made
For Son within to dwell,
A temple made without sin’s shade:
He’s our Emmanuel.

Her “yes” for us will welcome Him
Into our world of sin,
Born pure from her in Bethlehem:
In Him we’re born again.

For He will give Himself to us
That He may in us live,
And at His call we in Him trust:
New life to us He gives.

His human self from her has come
United with divine,
One Person in Him two become:
Our water changed to wine.

His Body, Blood, in Eucharist
Make each of us unique.
Forever in Him we exist:
Each one with no repeat.

Unique for Him, His Mother is
A model for each one,
For each through her has been made His:
Perfected in her Son.

Our Path to Promised Land

Where can we find the path to Promised Land
Where milk and honey flow both day and night
And we in righteousness can always stand
With Jesus who gives us His lasting light?

His light shows us where our path will begin
In Bethlehem, will lead us to His Cross,
And His light yoke with us bears all our sin
As we trod path where all our sin is lost.

Good fellowship we know along the way
With others who, with Jesus, His path walk
As He will teach us to for others pray
And as we do, away drop all our faults.

We learn that our own lives we cannot save
But must lose them to Christ, our living Lord,
For through His death, His risen life He gave
To all who lose themselves and Him adore.

His path will lead to Promised Land above
Whose fruit we can taste here, His Body, Blood–
Participate in Jesus’ perfect love
As we on journey eat His heaven’s food.

Mystic Rose

Our Lady Guadalupe, Mystic Rose,
Whose light reflects the light of Savior Son,
Brings light to us who carry our dark load
Of illness in Eve’s nature was begun,
Brings Second Adam to our fallen state
To rescue Image by our Father sown.
We’re tarnished by the fruit First Adam ate–
All us who by Him are as persons known.
He saves us by His life in womb you bear,
Who wipes away our darkness with His Cross
And raises us to breathe pure heaven’s air–
Will burnish us within, remove sin’s dross.
May your Son enter us who lives in you,
As you, our Mother, with Him make us new.

Our Fellow Pilgrims

We learn on road to Bethlehem
To see in every human face
The longing to be freed from sin,
Be filled with Jesus’ saving grace.

Our fellow pilgrims are diverse—
They come from every walk of life—
And when we with them each converse
We find we all long for God’s light.

The light that draws each of us on
Comes from a star lights each road sign,
And as we walk, our past is gone
As light will cleanse each heart and mind.

We are assured that we’ll arrive
In time to see Begotten Son,
And we will by Him be surprised,
For He for each of us has come.

Mary: Our Beginning and End

In Mary, see beginning and our end—
Conception pure and bodily assumed.
Salvation reaches back where we first bloomed
To Garden where in Adam, Eve, begins
All human life—with Satan did contend–
And promise made through Eve that we weren’t doomed,
But saving grace would come through that blessed womb
In Mary, whose own Son saves Eve with Him.
Yes, Mary has become our looking glass
To Alpha and Omega clearly see,
For Eve and Adam once again made pure
As Jesus’ nature through her reaches past
To draw into His end all there will be
With Him; through her, salvation now made sure.

Immaculate Conception

His Spirit hovers over Anna’s womb,
Brings Him who-is-to-come made present now–
Will pass through stable, Cross, and empty tomb
And is the One before whom angels bow.

The Father breathes the Spirit with His Son
Who sacrificed Himself for all of us
To make the nature He Himself has won
And will in His divinity place trust.

This nature of a maiden here conceived
Will be the Mother of our Savior–comes
As Baby in her womb whom she receives
So He may one of us through her become.

Immaculate without sin she is born;
With human nature she her Son adorns.

A Sign for Which We’ve Longed

We see a road sign up ahead,
A sign for which we’ve longed,
To show where hay will be His bed
In world where He belongs.

He comes to show He is the Way
In this world we’re to live;
His Body, Blood, have come to stay:
To us Himself He gives.

Leads road we’re on to Bethlehem
Where Baby will be born,
Whose Body, Blood, is free from sin;
No longer we’re forlorn.

From Mother, human nature comes
To Baby in hay rests,
‘Cause He has one of us become
And human nature bless.

One day that hay will altar be
Where Body, Blood, will lie,
And we can always His face see–
The One who for us dies.

Yet, He is raised beyond His grave,
Forever born anew,
For Baby laid in hay will save,
Will make each of us new.