Author: householdoftheholyfamily

Lord, let us be on your ship’s prow
     In Holy Spirit’s wind,
And daily we’ll renew our vows
   As us to world you send.

Upon the Church’s cutting edge
     We catch the Spirit’s breeze,
As in the world we drive a wedge
     And plant New Eden’s Tree–

That new Tree in the shape of Cross
     On hill named Golgotha–
Tree planted in that dung and dross
     Is where Maranatha

Transforms all earth from Hell’s cesspool
     To Heaven’s waterfall–
A place where virtue now will rule:
     Be baptized, all are called.

We’re called by One baptizes us
     With Holy Spirit’s fire;
New life He gives to Eden’s dust
     That dampens Satan’s ire.

Then all climb on that Gospel Ship,
     The Holy Spirit’s Ark.
Off that same ship we never slip;
We’re saved from our grave’s dark.

We sail on in to Heaven’s light
     To Jesus’ mercy seat.
We bask in glow of Mary’s sight;
Our King and Queen we meet.

We all now see that good Ship’s port
Is place where Father dwells–
By Mary welcomed to His court
With our Emmanuel.,

The King is dead, long live the King
Who rises from His grave with us,
And from us all hosannas ring
For Him who’s raised from earthly dust–

And even dust by Him redeemed
As Eden breathes His Spirit’s air
For earth is not what it had seemed
But transformed to a garden fair.

Our Paradise by Him reclaimed
As Devil howls in his defeat,
For Christ as King by Father named,
And we fall at His pierced feet.

But now He says to us “Arise,
For you’re restored to Father’s will;
I claim you as my risen prize
And say to earth’s storms, ‘Peace, be still!’”

In rustling sound of wind my dead heart wakes
From sleep induced by venom of an asp,
And hope, a stranger, now my own heart grasps–
For angel’s wings stir wind for all our sakes.

In my heart’s eye I see a Virgin Maid
With face from New Creation’s first faint light,
As she an angel hears without sin’s blight–
The first awaked by choice her son once makes

Her human “yes” brings Him in swaddling clothes;
Disguised, He comes, our hearts consent to woo,
To die for us so we can our sin rue
And Him as Savior from that sin will know.

Yet, hope in my sin’s night my heart has seized,
Tells me one day Creation all will see
Him come again and all will bow the knee
To King—completes all time: the world’s reprieve. 

Like Samson I am blinded by my sin;
My strength by evil angels has been shorn,
And long I now to see Him once again
To be with oil anointed from His horn.

And then I feel the touch of holy balm,
And eyes once blind are opened and I see
As oil drips from my forehead on my palms—
My hands anointed to set captives free.

My weakness is the gate for Your sure strength
To flow through me to others You anoint;
To save them You will go to any length
And give your cross to those whom You appoint

To be the Gospel of Your saving death—
Through weakness rise—You give us all new health.

HEART SONG

Come, touch your wounded hands to my heart strings
That I may play to you my song of praise
While in me rises, on your Spirit’s wings,
That melody with you from your grave raised.
May St. Cecilia pray at your blessed feet,
As your song played through my heart reaches hers
And joins those songs of saints who with her greet
Their Lord with gold and frankincense and myrrh.

May heaven’s wisdom, through your risen grace,
Come in our hearts through poetry and song
And in us all the beat of sin erase
With praise of you, who ends our Babel’s wrong.
In us, play notes of glorious symphony,
And through our hearts set minds and bodies free.

The Catholic Church, like Noah’s ark,
Sails all the earth to save
And beckons all on her embark
To ride atop life’s waves.

Those waves crash ‘round to kill us all
As Vine from Ark is cast,
And we aboard in His net hauled—
With us comes all our past.

We’re cleansed and given His new cloak
Worn from the inside out,
And through it we in His life soak
To learn what life’s about.

A family three we’re meant to be
Of father, mother, child;
In them, His likeness, we can see–
His Trinity then smiles.

On Ark from earth to heaven sail
All fam’lies in the Son,
As Satan’s lies have finally failed.
For us He’s heaven won!

In my mind’s eye I see your truth yet fail
To let it penetrate my restless heart,
For in me rises flesh and world’s strong gale
To block my soul from truth You would impart.

Upon myself in fear I inward turn,
Do not surrender to your truth without—
Results in body’s aches and pains that burn
Away my hope—despair, presumption shout.
                                                                                     
Yet, finally of the future I let go
As Catholic Church connects me with the One
Proclaimed in Scripture so that I can know
That He who came in me is Only Son
Who lives in Church in Body and His Blood
To save me from myself and make me good.