His Garden Fair

His wall surrounding Garden opens now–
No longer are we barred from Tree of Life
When at the Cross we to His glory bow,
Receive the key unlocks the gate to light. 

When we step in, we can His beauty view
With truth all through the fruit He to us gives:
His Body, Blood within creates us new–
Made fit by Him to with His Father live.

Forever more with angels all around
And saints all gathered at His holy feet,
We join our Mother through whom grace abounds;
In Spirit we with family, friends Him greet.

As songs of joy from all waft through the air,
With them we know His peace in Garden Fair. 

Mary’s Outstretched Arms

I stand with Mary, and above I see
Her arms outstretched in love nailed to those beams,
As mercy from forgiving heart now streams
To call all to herself in her arms be.

On earth we all with Eve’s same nature long
For our first mother’s arms to us enfold
But in her sin has taken to grave cold
Those arms in which we know we all belong.

But now her nature raised with open arms–
Through Mary, given to God’s only Son,
Embraces all with new life that’s begun
On Easter Morn—is now beyond death’s harm.

Our Mother Mary’s arms are from grave raised–
Hold us in New Eve’s arms for endless days.

Memories for Him Won

Through Mary come and purify my past–
Those mem’ries are so distant yet so now–
And o’er me shadows long their dark still cast
To lead me to that serpent, once more bow.

Come, Second Adam, crush that serpent’s head
In me where he has lodged in one dark night,
And raise in me Yourself to kill the dread
That sinful mem’ries are a perm’nent blight.

Make kairos time arise in me anew,
That Resurrection darkness will dispel;
Reveal again those mem’ries are of You,
Not shadows but are real, your truth to tell.

Come, Spirit, from our Father through the Son;
Bring Mary’s light in mem’ries for Him won. 

Free From Prison of Ourselves

You come within to break our willful chains
To set us free from prison of ourselves,
For we have made the choice to our world gain
And found we’re bound in poverty of wealth.

For this world’s wealth can come in many forms—
In fame and fortune as we Caesar serve—
And we find we are more and more forlorn,
Turn on ourselves, are trapped in vicious curve.

At our ropes end at last we turn to You
And ask You into hearts from bondage free;
At last we glimpse our world from heaven’s view;
With Spirit’s eyes we You and our world see.

We look at road ahead we are to walk
With You as worldly cares You cast aside,
As in our hearts we now can hear You talk
And throw away those words are Satan’s lies.

Behind us is a sunset, fades to dark,
While up ahead we see the glow of dawn
That on our hearts makes Your eternal mark—
A life of holiness for which we’ve longed. 

Truth Worn Within

Let truth be worn as garment deep within,
A cloak worn in the heart from inside out,
To clean away within my willful sin
And make of my heart our Lord’s own redoubt.

May He who is the Truth, the Way, the Life
Arm me within that I may sin resist
And through me shine on world around, His light
To burn away the filth of Satan’s mist.

May garment of His love creation wrap
And penetrate within to wake again
This world that’s been in sin’s and Satan’s nap
As it becomes what it has always been. 

May those with eyes to see at garment look
And see within we have all sin forsook. 

Our Yesterdays Redeemed

Our yesterdays are sealed behind a stone,
Are dead to life through Him in grave is laid–|
Came to His people for their sin atone
And rescue them from death’s foreboding shade.
Then raised, our yesterdays are bathed in light
Whose Resurrection ends our Eastern night
In Son who’s spoken–is our Father’s Word.
Our Eden’s East breathes in the Spirit’s dawn
Of day in heaven will eternal last
To exile end–now fruit for us is grown,
And death and sin forever for us past.
With Mary’s “Yes” are yesterdays redeemed,
And Eden’s East is not what it had seemed. 

Salvation’s Splash

All those who have the ears to hear
     Will hear the water splash
And cleanse the earth from Devil’s fear
     As Satan’s hopes are dashed–

For he believed he could usurp
     The power of God’s Son,
And with a mortal wound to hurt
     What God’s Son had begun–

But Satan’s understanding fell,
     And twisted it became:
Mistook the Cross for His death knell,
     Thought Him the grave would claim–


But dawn of third day saw Him raised
     As tomb is opened wide,
And water splashes through His grave,
     Flows from His wounded side.

Now all who are by water wet
     Can hear the Devil cry,
As ears are opened, eyes are set
     On Him who’ll never die!

Pearl of Priceless Worth

I see the stripes upon Your back
And know You took the whip for me;
For my sin has Your heart so racked
In stripes you let me Your heart see.

I know without You I am lost
Yet on Yourself You take my sin;
In stripes I see You pay the cost
And know that’s where I should have been.

Then my eyes see You lifted high
With nails are driven in Your hands
On Cross is raised against the sky
Where You to fight the Devil stand.

You breathe Your last, are taken down
And placed into a rock-sealed tomb
With my sin wrapped in grave clothes round
As tomb becomes like Mary’s womb.

At dawn on first day of the week
The rock is from within unsealed
And You come forth to each one seek;
Our new creation to reveal.

For You have left our sin behind
With new life from new womb step forth,
And those who seek new life will find
You are the Pearl of priceless worth.

Heaven’s Easter Music

What is that murmur we now hear?
     Is it from heaven’s strings
Where harps and lyres and lutes play there,
     In constant praises sing?

Creation was through His Son made
     And is His to redeem,
To rescue it from Devil’s shade,
     Made new in heaven’s gleam.

Do I mistake or are these songs
     The sounds of vict’ry won,
To celebrate that earth belongs
     Again to Father’s Son?

That music dark will penetrate
     With light from glory raised,
As earth His heaven satiates
     With music for His praise!

RESURRECTION

Creation shudders at the sound
As gravestone by a Breeze is moved;
Within are empty grave clothes found
Unwound by His eternal love.

No one can keep His love in wraps
When love is strongest force on earth,
And He waked from His earthly nap
To lead creation to new birth.

Through doors are locked He enters in
To breathe His Holy Spirit’s breath;
Through Church forgives our every sin
And saves us from the law of death.

For when we die we’ll with Him rise
As heart of all creation new;
The old on Cross with Him has died
And new is fresh as morning dew.

Breaks dawn anew on Easter Morn,
Fulfills His Eden promise made,
And we no longer are forlorn—
His light has come to Eastern shade.

He re-appears in bread and wine
That have become His Body, Blood,
Grown from new earth and His new Vine
Winds from His Cross where Mary stood.

As Mother, she leads us to say
“In me may your Word now be done”
So Jesus in us has His way:
“Not mine but thine” says Only Son.

His Father’s Spirit leads us home
To place we’ve never been before,
Where Spirit and the Bride say “Come,”
And we the Son will all adore.