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Peace and Forgiveness

I asked for peace and heard “Forgive,
It never is too late,
For I’ll to all your message give
And cleanse your heart of hate.

“It’s hate that seals Old Eden’s gate
Now opened by my cross.
Come home, it never is too late;
My image isn’t lost.

“Forgive the ones from long ago
Who hurt you for their gain–
Your anger, fear removed below
By cross where I know pain.

“But pain for both of us will end
In life beyond the grave:
Brought back in time to free from sin
All those whom I forgave.

“Now you have freedom to forgive;
It never is too late
To give what I to you now give.
There is no need to wait.”

A Temple of Our Hearts

Make temples of our longing hearts
That You may be revealed;
Your sacramental self impart
In us, be not concealed.

In world with creatures all consumed
With self and foolish pride,
May we have hearts where You can bloom
As our old selves have died.

To Father You present Yourself
Through us adopted now,
As sisters, brothers with your health
We’ll all to Father bow.

In bowing we in Eden step
By way of Cross’s door
And find the Tree of Life He’s kept
For all with spirits poor.

Advent Song

Our Father’s wisdom here descends
On Holy Spirit’s breath.
His Son begotten will earth mend—
Save us from sin and death.

We eagerly await His birth
By Mary, Joseph led,
To find again our Eden worth:
In Him be raised from dead.

Expectantly our longing hearts
Repent and hope in Him:
From Mary’s womb, our Father’s art
Is seen in Bethlehem.

Come quickly, Lord, that we may be
Of water, Spirit born:
Renewed, adopted, and set free
In you on Christmas morn!

Mary and the Face of God

Your mother’s face, oh God, we see
Through Mary, your true love:
Time taken to eternity,
Made sinless from above.

The cross before her in our time
Is there in Anna’s womb,
Anticipates “not mine but thine”–
Her womb an empty tomb.

From Anna’s womb is Mary born
Without a trace of sin,
The mother of your only Son
Through whom we’re born again.

You show your Son a mother’s care
In Mary’s open arms;
In her we see how You draw near
To us with mother’s charms.

At foot of cross we’re children made;
We’re sisters, brothers now.
Our mother is the Spirit’s maid;
With her we to Son bow.

As your blessed Lady made for Him,
She’s Your prevenient grace;
Your mother’s love is shown to them
Who with her seek Your face.

Assumed by You to Your Son’s side,
Our mother’s there with you;
When we in her Son here abide,
We’ve heaven in our view.

Through Mary’s mirror we see clear
Your mother’s image new;
She does for You hold all us dear:
Reflection true of You.

Advent Wash

In Advent, Satan’s knees will shake
When he’s reminded he has lost
As we prepare to our thirst slake
With Blood to wash away sin’s dross.

When we prepare for Son to come
We walk in steps of Three are Wise,
And wise ourselves we will become–
See world made new through Baby’s eyes.

He’ll with His Blood and Water wash
The darkness of the world with light
That streams first from a living crèche
To bring creation His new life.

Then all the world will rise with Him
Who will in Bethlehem be born:
Our Paradise made free of sin,
No longer are our hearts forlorn.

Old Eden is a place we once called home;
But now as wander we in Eastern lands,
Nostalgia in our hearts says “Eden, come”—
Through stable door now opened by God’s hand,
Who beckons us to join His Holy Band
Of all mankind redeemed through Mary’s Son
And His Begotten ‘fore all time began,
To once again here gather into One.
Gives Spirit’s gifts to each ’till all the world is won.

A stable door is our New Eden’s gate,
Unlatched by Second Eve’s own free consent
When heaven’s angel did on her await.
Announcing Spirit’s breath from Father went
To Nazareth where Eden’s veil is rent
In Mary’s heart and all of us step through
To know in Advent taste of Winter’s Lent,
As death before makes all creation new:
Joins Christmas, Easter in His Mother’s heart that’s true

His Hidden Son

Within the womb of Mary lives God’s Son,
Our gift from Three-in-One,
On Christmas will be born—
The promise of His coming Easter morn
On other side of Cross that she will bear
With Him, for whom she gives a Mother’s care.

With Mary, we and all the world await
Her Son who’ll share our fate
And for our sin atone.
With her on Calvary’s hill He’s not alone;
His Mother always will a Mother be
To care for John and us eternally.

Our Lady Guadalupe

Our Lady Guadalupe, Heaven’s Rose,
You bear God’s New Creation in your womb–
Birthed in your Son now Risen from His tomb,
Your womb forever opened, never closed
To us, your children, born with Eden’s woes
Yet saved by God from that first garden’s doom.
Through your eternal “yes” He grants His boon,
For from your womb with Jesus all arose.
With Juan Diego at your feet, we stand
In thanks that in your heart you carry us–
By Spirit, water born in this world’s storm.
With him we hold your roses in our hands,
And in your “yes” we place our heart’s sure trust
As this world’s winter thawed by hearts made warm.

Mended Hearts

In Advent we of sin take stock,
For soon we’ll see the Lord
And don’t want sin our hearts to block
From mercy’s cleansing sword.

We know our hearts will pruning need
By two-edged sword, His Word,
To open us to Blood He bleeds
In us, a cleansing flood.

From Bethlehem to Calvary
He cleanses us within,
As new-born He now makes us free:
Our life begins again.

We hand-in-hand to glory go
With mended hearts made strong
By Him who’s raised so we can know
With Him we all belong.

Our Lord’s Visitation

Continue, Lord, your story through your Church
This Advent as the dawn of new day breaks,
When you again with your hand our earth touch
To show you never will your world forsake.
In coming, give us your humility
To break our pride that we may you embrace
In Bethlehem, where our hearts long to be
With poor and wise, receive your saving grace.
Bring forth your fruit in plenty for your land—
Too long has starved for Truth in Holy Food.
In us, show forth to all your loving hand
By Spirit who breaks bread on Calvary’s Rood.
In us, continue visitation made
By Father in His Son through Virgin Maid.

Author: householdoftheholyfamily