Author: householdoftheholyfamily

We look and it won’t fade away—
The glory cast from Sinai’s Mount
To Cross where death has had its way
And goodness does not seem to count.

Then glory spreads to cover tomb
Where Body of the dead One’s laid
And drives away the dark of gloom—
Again the glory does not fade.

Then through the night that glory wraps
Around that tomb in Garden dark,
As wind-blown glory wakes from nap
The One who crown of thorns has marked.

This glory’s wind His grave stone rolls
As grave clothes from Him are unwound,
And He emerges from the fold
Of death by which He is not bound.

He says to all His friends, “Don’t fear,
For from your grave we’ll roll the stone
And with you glory will climb stair
That is my Cross where sin’s atoned.

“At top of stair you’ll Father see
As glory gathers at His feet
All of my friends who bend their knee
To glory’s source, His mercy seat. “

“Come forth,” You say to that self I don’t know,
     The one in Eden sown;
     In Eden’s East it’s wrapped
With sin’s grave clothes to earthly dust entrap,
But in them spirit breathed in clay is found
And longs to step in heaven’s light unbound.

Familiar voice I’ve never heard before
     I hear through my locked door,
     And hand once tied is freed
To unlock door and let Him untie me
That unknown self may step into His light
Where image shines–was once obscured by night. 

O Lord, rebuild Your tent in me
     And come inside to dwell
That I may be of Adam free–
     Know You, Emmanuel.

May my true self with You arise
     And soar on eagle’s wings–
With others know Your great surprise
     Of endless life we sing. 

O’er all the earth on Spirit’s breath
     We all fly toward the east
And see the sunset in the west
     Bring sleep to earth in peace– 

Then rises earth in dawn made new
     To join us all above,
And we new Paradise now view,
     Wrapped in our Savior’s love. 

O Lord, come catch us up outside ourselves,
For Your Son died for all to give us health,
And through us heaven will all satiate.
Through heaven’s sight we see the world anew—

Your Paradise will one day be restored,
And even now beneath sin’s crust we view
A dream before our eyes that’s coming true.
In dream becoming real we see a Lamb—

A willing sacrifice for all You made—
Who came to earth to say to us “I Am
The Way, the Truth, the Life” without sin’s shade.

For we are part of New Creation born–
Raised in what is forever Easter Morn. 

Can we believe what their eyes saw—
His Body raised beyond the grave,
A fact that breaks the natural law
By which ‘til now we’ve been enslaved?

Is death now for us overcome,
A trap we entered when we sinned,
That each of us can now become
Who God meant each one to have been?

Can we in Catholic Church place trust
In teaching truth they first proclaimed,
That Church will come and give to us
His Body, Blood of Him was slain?

Now we can see His Body raised
For us–appears at every Mass
To enter us and each one save:
A New Creation here at last!

I am not worthy of your touch,
But let your shadow fall on me
That my true self, who loves you much,
From prison of my sin set free. 

I have my jail securely locked
By choices made throughout my life,
And I cannot my chains unlock
So great in me is sinful strife.

May shadow bring Your Spirit in
To come and set my true self free–
Unlock my prison from within
That I become Your human me.