Author: householdoftheholyfamily

The foulness in our world is poisoned wine—
Inebriates, then leaves us sick of life—
And all the while our Father comes to find
His fallen children, rescue them from strife.

Our cure is Father’s Son, His holy gift,
Who gives us wine that is His Blood so sweet,
As His own Body on the Cross we lift
That raised on high He will on earth us meet.

On altar He for all of us appears
In bread and wine–becomes His Body, Blood,
And with His truth our foulness disappears
Before reality, His fleshly food.

Our foulness is our poisoned Devil’s dream,
But Father’s truth defeats his earthly scheme. 

To Joseph’s brothers he reveals his face,
And in so doing all their past redeems–
A gift for them that only comes from grace
Of providence from Him in every scene.

The past and future all are one in Him
Who never is a prisoner of time,
Yet enters life on earth in Bethlehem
To crooked lines make straight with heaven’s rhyme.

Our freedom by Him will not be curtailed
For it’s included in the rhyme He spins,
And only in our lives will He unveil,
So, one-by-one, we see through heaven’s lens.

Then we’ll with Joseph marvel at His love–
Surrounds us with His arms from up above. 

A part of hope is our own past redeemed,
Becomes in fact what it has always been—
In truth was never to us what it seemed
But was the unreality of sin.

As what-was-never-meant dies on His Cross,
Within we can become a desert waste
Where nothing lives, but all we are is lost.
Can any growth come in this barren place?

But then at last the Spirit’s rain will come,
And growth of what has always been will sprout;
As virtues grow we will ourselves become:
That we are real there is no longer doubt.

Our past redeemed is who we’ll always be:
A person who is real, created free. 

In my sin I have been a slave
     To seven deadly foes,                           
And I myself can never save                
From these that cause my woes.                 

Their captain is the sin of pride,
     Destroys humility;
I try to draw the world inside
     And bring calamity.

I need to be a person new
     Re-made from inside out,
But how to do it I’ve no clue–
     Consumed I am with doubt.

Then in my heart’s despair I hear
     The call of still, small voice
That penetrates my every fear;
     I know I have a choice.

And I hear, “You’re my special one
     Since time I first began;
Come to me through my Only Son
     And build no more on sand.

“For He’s foundation of my all
     And not your pride’s deceit:
That is what made First Adam fall
     Away from mercy’s seat.

“Take on yourself His gentle yoke
     And build upon His rock,
For it’s His Church that my Word spoke
     That Devil cannot block. 

“My Spirit poured through Sacraments
     Will make your person new:
Know in you heaven’s merriment
     That others in you view.

“Then through you others will Me hear,
     My voice since first of time
That will cast out their sinful fears
     And teach My Spirit’s rhyme.

“And you in heart will wisdom know
With seven virtues deep,
As My Son in you ever grows;
He’ll you for heaven keep.”

Your mercy through my body radiates
A spring that gushes from Your wounded side
As You in heart of mine participate
And draw me into You where I abide.

Since I can’t hold the fullness of Your life,
You welcome me to live with You in Yours
So I can bask in radiance from Your light
And know that in You my life is secure.

Then from Your presence I can courage take
To venture forth in calling You give me
As You from Your spring others’ thirst will slake,
And You through me from sin set others free.

Your Living Water flows o’er all the earth
As You through us give all the earth new birth. 

Our Lord dives deep in us to crush
     The pride within our hearts;
He comes with Moses’ burning bush
     To cleansing fire impart.

He speaks salvific words we hear—
     Within we’re holy ground;
He comes to burn our sin and fear
     That new life may be found.

The sin in us by fire consumed
     And blown away like smoke–
Makes for Himself in our hearts room
     To heal the hearts we broke.

For broken hearts can joy now know
     When Jesus makes His home
In us: from fire will new life grow,
     And we new selves become.