Author: householdoftheholyfamily

A bogus mercy Devil gives
     To let us have our way:
A counterfeit to “I forgive”
When sin in us holds sway.

We’re fooled by him that wrong is right
     And world cooperates,
As through our flesh spreads Devil’s blight
     With death as our sin’s fate.

But pride in our sin will be killed
     By Jesus on His Cross;
Humility from Him will fill
     Our hearts when our sin’s lost.

And Devil writhes in his defeat
     When Jesus rises up—
Says, “I forgive” from mercy seat;
     “On Me come now and sup.

At altar come to eat and drink
     Through font of my new life,
And on my truth you now can think
     When I end Devil’s strife.” 

Like burning incense Jesus comes
With Spirit’s fire to burn within
The useless chaff so we become
In Him who we have always been.

The Devil in us worked his way,
So we have fallen for his lies
And let him in us, had his say,
And with his coils he has us tied.

Then with His fire He burns those coils
So we are free of Devil’s grip,
As Devil’s plans in us He foils,
And we from Devil’s grasp have slipped.

Son picks us up on Spirit’s wings
To live with Him by Father’s side,
And here on earth we’re meant to sing
Of Trinity with us abides.

For in His love He dwells with us
On earth that’s heaven’s ante-room,
And He in us now places trust
To heaven shine through earthly gloom.

Then through the earth we all can see
His Eden New where He lives here
In hearts forever on their knees,
Where Spirit casts out all our fears. 

Come, wrap me up with love within
That I can know what should have been
     Had sin not intervened.
May I feel love I never knew,
Begin to live my life anew
     As in Your arms I lean.

With inside mantle change my face
That others in me see Your grace
     And sing with me Your song.
May all of us through endless days
Sing to Your Trinity our praise,
     For with You we belong.

In barren desert waste, I thirst
For water from the Spring of life
Raised from His grave on day the first;
He bathed our darkness with His light.

My thirst within by Him is quenched
As I am cleansed from Adam’s sin,
And my heart is by Son’s light drenched—
Creates me new; I’m born again.

Through me His water now can flow
To flood the land with grace abounds
That all the world may in Him know
That Eden’s East is Holy Ground.

The mask’s torn off and now I see
What Satan’s lies have made of me:
A sinful bedlam deep within
And knowledge who I should have been.

But is this revelation done
Because for me God’s Son has won
Redemption that will set me free
To be who I was meant to be?

Come quickly, Spirit, deep within,
And make me who I should have been:
A human person who’s alive
And free from sin–will never die!

May my Baptismal self arise
From water of my birth anew
As self in Adam slowly dies.

To You with heartfelt plea I cry:
In me Your virtues please imbue;
May my Baptismal self arise.

In water you to me draw nigh
To rain in me Your heaven’s dew
As self in Adam slowly dies–

Begin to see with newborn eyes
The world that’s bathed in heaven’s hue;
May my Baptismal self arise—

Awash in glory from on high,
Discern we what You teach is true
As self in Adam slowly dies.

Now washed away is our disguise–
Our image of Him all can view.
May my Baptismal self arise
As self in Adam slowly dies.   

A pilgrimage to Trinity
     With saints both old and new,
A journey through eternity
     With hearts made ever true.

We never think what might have been
     But only what will be—
A future always free from sin,
     And no more death we’ll see.

Together on this journey home
     Adventure, friends we’ll find–
Discover we are not alone,
     Leave only cares behind.

When we’re with saints in heav’n we’ll know
     We’ve only just begun
A journey where we always grow
     In Trinity through Son.