Author: householdoftheholyfamily

Lord, let me sing encouragement
     For those Your battles fight,
That there may be Your merriment
     As we display Your might.

May virtues be our weapons used
     To slay those evil lies
That we Your honor won’t abuse
     As vice before us dies.

We glory in Your charity
     For those where vices reigned
As You grant them their liberty,
     Removing vices stain.

Then they join in our victory song
     We sing in glorious praise
Of You who’ve righted every wrong
     And give us endless days. 

May my faith not be like the morning dew
That burns away and then is seen no more,
But may it be a spring that rises new
And follows You who always goes before.

May my Baptism’s wet remain in me
To irrigate my dry and thirsty land,
That shoots of growth within me I may see
And know the touch of Your sustaining hand.

And when the dawn arises with Your Son,
May dew that everlasts on me descend
And enter me, complete what You’ve begun
By Spirit’s breath; my heart to You I bend.

Come, Trinity, my thirst forever slake
As dew of life forever I partake. 

In Garden of the Lord we see
The roses of His martyrs red
With lilies of those virgins be
And ivy of those couples wed.

The violet of those left behind
Wiil soon join those in heaven now,
And they for us are present sign
Of Him to whom we all here bow.

All colors join in beauty’s hue
To form a rainbow in the sky
As all creation’s born anew
When heaven to our earth draws nigh. 

The greatest Mystery of them all
     Takes us into Himself;
When we face mysteries, since the Fall,
     We call on Him for help.

For Light of World in His good time
     And for His purposes
Reveals to each His hidden rhyme–
     With His life meant to bless.

Yet Mystery of Himself so deep
     Is never fully known,
As other mysteries waked from sleep
     His Mystery in them sown.

His Mystery is our hope He gives–
     Means every day is new–
As He with us His Mystery lives:
     With Him His world we view. 

All I can see are crooked lines,
     Yet all Your paths are straight;
I know my vision’s only mine,
     And I for You must wait.

Your light You give to take one step
     To fill my heart with faith;
Before I bitter tears have wept
     Yet You are never late.

The tears then wash away my sin,
     And I see You’re the Way;
Aside You cast who I have been
     And in me have Your say.

Within me You make Your path straight—
     No more are crooked lines—
Your truth is always worth the wait;
     You say to me “You’re mine.” 

My barren waste transformed to fruitful land
By Spirit comes in Jesus’ holy breath:
Become His garden tended by His hand
To grow His fruit beyond our Adam’s death.

His Spirit casts His mantle over me—
Become His green house for the fruit He grows;
Beneath it I remain on bended knee
As fruit becomes His wisdom I can know.

Through me He seeks His wisdom here to share
With those who each will grow His fruit for Him,
As all of us beneath His mantle wear
His life from Mary born in Bethlehem.

His Spirit through His Mother grows His best
As in us He completes His earthly quest. 

A windmill is a hopeful sign
For us who wait for Spirit’s wind
To bring eternity in time
And raise us from the death of sin. 

The windmill slowly starts to turn
As wind from east begins to blow–
Brings perfect love, within us burns:
Salvation in our hearts bestows. 

Then round and round the windmill goes
Blown by the wind leads us to Him
Who lives in us, and our hearts know
With Him we’re born in Bethlehem.

And then with Him we’re raised to life
By Spirit, blows through Cross and grave
Where grave clothes rustle in the light:
Fulfills our hope in windmill’s wave. 

O Lord, destroy the roots below
     And bitter fruit above;
The works of Satan now I know
     From his disordered love.

Himself he loves and gives to me
     His inward turning self;
Refuses to You bend his knee:
     Begets in me ill health.

Please give me now Your healing balm
     Mixed from Your own shed Blood;
Restore in me Your inner calm
     With Eucharistic Food.

Again may I Your image be:
     Reflection of Your love
And outward turn that all can see
     I’m re-made from above.

Disorder now is cast away,
     And I am truly free
To choose God’s Son and seek His way;
     His wisdom lives in me. 

Within me, come, rebuild Your tent
     That You may dwell therein;
Between us may the veil be rent
     So in me You’ll come in.

May pure joy come in me with You
     To wash me clean inside
That others in me You may view
     And see You there abide.

Of peace make me an instrument,
     Flows from Your joy abounds,
As through me You to world are sent
     And earth by heaven crowned.