Author: householdoftheholyfamily

May I be like a laden olive tree
With fruit that will become a healing oil
When used by You to make us all sin free,
As You will Satan’s plans for all us foil.

May words I speak and things I do be Yours
That come from heart and mind to You attuned
So I may testify that Your oil cures
And lifts from all of us our Eden gloom.

May peace that passes understanding here
On Holy Spirit’s breeze waft through our souls
And bring to us the hope of heaven’s cheer
To make us ever more for Your truth bold.

May healing oil from You forever fill
Our hearts and minds and souls to heal our ills. 

The smell of Eden New from up ahead
Gives courage in our exile here on earth
As guided by Him living is not dead;
We journey on with hope in heaven’s birth.

We pass through water as our journey starts,
Are cleansed from sin, on road ahead set foot;
We each one on this journey plays his part
As we grow up from our New Adam’s root.

Security in exile we won’t know,
But light from up ahead will draw us on;
As we look up we see His heaven’s bow
With near end found on altar with God’s Son.

Ahead in Eden New is other end
Of rainbow where our hearts have always been. 

O Lord, may I become Your ark
Where You by Spirit in me dwell,
And let Your light dispel the dark
That life may reign o’er death’s last knell.

May Spirit in me chrism bring,
Anoint my tongue to Your truth speak,
Fill mind and heart that I may sing
Of beauty, virtue, we all seek.

May conscience, ‘twas before condemned,
Be washed in oil–contains Your Blood–
That I may know I am redeemed,
Washed clean in Your Baptismal flood.

May truth become Your guiding light
From heaven sent to lead the way,
As we all journey from the night
To dawn of truth–brings Your new day. 

In time we see unfold Your truth that is,
Already present in eternity,
And know we are in time already His
As we become what we are meant to be.

Come quickly, Lord, and finish that begun
In time that You may have Your perfect way|
With us who are Your children in Your Son
Whose Word in us will have Your final say.

And now we see how hallowed is all time
When in eternity it newly lives,
As prose of time is taken into rhyme
Of heaven where to earth Your life You give.

May beauty of Your truth be in us there,
As it unfolds in us while we are here. 

We’re always moving in our exile here
Toward Him who is the way, the truth, the life–
A pilgrimage will some day bring us there
Where we in darkness see dawn’s breaking light.

The deserts, mountains, valleys we must cross
On trail we follow one step at a time,
With burden shared by Him who seeks the lost
And in each river washes off our grime. 

A wind that’s from the future blows on us
As purer we become when we inhale,
And we learn to in Holy Sprit trust
Who’ll lead us on this path beyond death’s veil.

The more we walk, the lighter we become
As we draw closer to our Father’s home.

A minute here, a minute there,
     Lord, You give all our time,
For all is Yours while we are here–
     All woven in Your rhyme.

This world is heaven’s ante-room,
     A place where we are trained,
And we are not with Satan doomed
     To suffer endless pain.

As time unfolds Your providence,
     We see in retrospect;
Our lives are not by earthly chance,
     But You in time perfect.

Through suffering, danger we proceed,
     Your Son our burdens bears,
And we know joy as Blood He bleeds
     To wash away our cares.

Then when we finish this world’s race,
     We into heaven step,
And we see presence of Your grace
     In us–Your purpose kept. 

ON THE OCCASION OF OUR
62ND WEDDING ANNIVERSARY