Author: householdoftheholyfamily

You did not show to us Your truth
     To hoard it in our hearts,
For of our dreams it is the proof
     That You’re there from the start.

We’ve dreamed of day when goodness reigns
     In beauty all around,
When truth’s proclaimed in joyful strains
     And love on earth abounds.

The silver dreams of fairy tales
     Fulfilled by You in gold;
Your dreams we have in us won’t fail
     And never will grow old.

For every day they’re born anew
     In hearts that for truth long,
Where beauty, goodness are in view
     And we know we belong.

For heaven is for us our home,
     Where earth is meant to be,
And You to us through dreams say “Come,
     Live with me and be free.” 

We step into an endless day
     That knows no night of sin,
For we have stepped into the way
     Of Him who’s born again.

With us He stepped out from the grave
     Into the early morn
And beckons all whom He will save–
     With Him to be reborn.

The burden of our guilt is gone,
     Left in His open tomb;
New life for which we’ve always longed
     Has left behind our gloom.

For all creation is renewed—
     He opens Eden’s gate,
Pulls Eden through to life anew–
     To Heaven’s feast awaits.

The Supper of the Lamb is served;
     We take His Body, Blood,
Far more than we ourselves deserve–
     Partake of Heaven’s food.

Then endless days for us ahead
     Call us to lasting joy,
For Jesus is our Body’s Head:
     All praise to Mary’s Boy!

In Him we see One fully human born—
The purpose of the Father manifest;
With truth He means to each of us adorn

So we no longer need ourselves to mourn,
For our life here is never meaningless;
In Him we see One fully human born.

Before in time we see His mantle worn
By Mary, welcomes Him with sinless “yes;”
With truth He means to each of us adorn.

The veil between our earth and heaven torn
As He to Eden’s East brings hopefulness:
In Him we see One fully human born.

We’re now in Eden’s East no more forlorn
For death is seen as end of Satan’s mess;
With truth He means to each of us adorn.

We walk with Him in Resurrection morn–
With Him, divine, through Mary will each bless;
In Him we see One fully human born;
With truth He means to each of us adorn. 

Lord help me want to do Your will
     That Your will I may know,
For of myself I’ve had my fill;
     No more myself will sow.

May my heart be surrendered now,
     My false self to be lost;
May my will be to let You plough
     And never count the cost.

Please, in me sow Your holy crop
     And then Your harvest reap.
Don’t let me in self Your will stop–
     In Your hands my will keep.

At last, please gather in Your barn
     Your harvest of my life,
As I find of my sin I’m shorn
     And I am Your delight. 

A miracle we long to see
     Before our very eyes
And never knew that one could be
     Right there to our surprise.

His miracle in every face
     Is Jesus shining through,
An everlasting sign of grace
     That’s old and always new.

His miracle will never die
     But rise beyond the grave
With body new–in grave won’t lie:
     In Him we will be saved. 

In every heart is Zion’s road
     That two are meant to walk;
Alone we bear a heavy load
     And on it Devil stalks.

But on that road we’re joined by One
     Who bore His Cross for us;
He’s walked the road that we’ve begun,
     And in Him we can trust.

In every step along the way,
     The lighter our load grows
As we let Jesus have His say—
     The best for us He knows.

And when we to Jerusalem come
     We praise His holy name,
For with Him we ourselves become,
     And that is why He came.

O’erwhelmed we are by beauty of the world
When we see all through Heaven’s risen light,
Unwrapped from grave clothes now from Him unfurled,
And we see all through God’s Son’s holy sight.

We see His glory in another’s face
Transformed by Him with beauty all around,
For all are healed by God’s redeeming grace
And in each one His Son uniquely found.

We see all earth as heaven’s ante-room
With gate wide open to His home above
As Spirit blows away all circling gloom,
And we’re wrapped in His perfect Triune love.

His vision of it all takes breath away
As by His Spirit, Father’s Son here stays. 

From Cross is grown His living Vine
To nourish branches He will graft
And water with His Bloody Wine–
His Body will forever last.

All of us now together form
His Church, His Body living here,
And through us New Creation’s born
That banishes our greatest fear.

In New Creation there’s no death,
For born again we die no more,
And to each one He gives His breath
As Spirit in each one will soar.