Author: householdoftheholyfamily

You let me walk on wings of Wind
Breathed from You, Father, through Your Son,
To see, as newly You begin
Creation born through vict’ry won.

For You through Son re-make all things—
By Him You made Creation first—
And His humility He brings
As Adam New to quench our thirst.

In Adam Old we chose to lose
Our freedom found in righteousness–
Surrendered we to Satan’s bruise,
And with it comes our helplessness.

But You restore our power to choose,
And Jesus is the choice we make;
With Mary, we do not refuse
The Wind that comes to our thirst slake.

And as I walk on Spirit’s wings,
Through water walk and then am fed;
With angels, all baptized then sing|
As Body, Blood raise us from dead. 

A Stranger comes within my heart;
     He’s girded with a towel,
Pours water on my inward parts
     And scrapes them with a trowel.

The scraping hurts, and I feel dead,
     For my old self is gone;
There falls upon me holy dread
     For what my sin has done.

Within I feel another splash—
     My sin is washed away
And with it Devil’s work is dashed
     As Jesus has His way.

Then His third splash within me seals
     The life of Trinity;
Inside the wipe of towel I feel,
     And He has set me free. 

We incense burn to our false gods
Whose promises do not come true,
But those who’ll not in their path trod
Are then condemned by those who do.

For those who will not babies kill
Nor countenance all sexual sin
Know violence from those who are filled
With Satan’s lies and sin again.

The conscience of those who do wrong
Disturbed by those who speak the truth,
For they know sin does not belong
In world where God is not aloof.

Come, quickly now, His mercy know;        
Repent of what you know is false.
Let Jesus His way to you show,
And your life then will not be lost.

Don’t let Salome’s dance beguile
Your conscience that from God condemns,
For He desires on you to smile
And save you from your fleshly sins.

Come, join the choir that sings His praise
In thanks for new life He will give,
For Jesus who God raised from grave
Desires for you with Him to live. 

O Lord, I’m like a grain of sand
Lost in the desert of the earth–
Forever lost in eastern lands
For in world’s sight I’m nothing worth.

And yet from Abraham I’ve come–
Of many I am only one,
But still without me there’s no sum
Of human race from Devil won.

For each is precious in Your sight,
And You’ll not let one get away,
For You will cleanse from Satan’s blight
Each grain that lets You have Your way. 

Your future comes into our world
And brings Your life into our time
As You step out of clothes unfurled
And in our prose bring Your own rhyme.|

Your Resurrection promise made
Gives us a glimpse of world beyond
Where light illumines darkest shade;
In us through You our world now bonds.

Through You we see what’s true and real
Where You come in our bread and wine:
Your Body, Blood Your truth reveal–
That other world with truth sublime.

May we allow to come what’s real
From You to fallen world through us,
Where Resurrection’s truth You seal
In lives of all who in You trust. 

Oh, why can we not see the truth
Embedded in our minds,
And know in hearts the final proof
That God we will there find?

So mis-directed are our hearts
By minds are led astray,
That restless are our inward parts
As minds our hearts betray.

We don’t believe that we can know
The truth that sets us free;
Our hearts are cast by minds below
Where Satan laughs in glee.

Exhausted we become with search;
At last for help we cry
And listen to the Catholic Church
Who tears of longing dry.

Through Church again breathes heaven’s air–
Blows from our minds that fog–
See Mary who’s Our Lady Fair,
Removes from eye that log.

Our mis-directed hearts are free
As minds to truth will lead:
In praise to Jesus, bend our knee–
Are washed by truth He bleeds.

All our confusion melts away
As we on Calv’ry kneel;
The Devil now does not hold sway
When truth in us revealed.

We willing subjects now become,
Receive God’s truth again,
And are His daughters and His sons:
Both minds and hearts He mends.

The Devil has us in his grip;
He thinks from grip we cannot slip,
     But he is deadly wrong,
For in his grip we still can praise
The Son who comes to each one save,
    For each to Him belongs.

He enters in that grip with us
To loosen bonds that tie us up–
     With Him we slip away.
When we are gone, the Devil howls
As Lion of Judah at him growls,
     And we’re away to stay. 

Through tears we see Your shining face
And open arms to us embrace;
No longer will we drink our tears
As love from You casts out our fears.

Our love from You to our love leads,
An answer to our deepest needs,
And human sin You will cast out
With anger gone and with it doubt.

We then discover truth in us
Was sown in hearts, before we trust,
With questions that we need to know
Will lead us to Your Noah’s bow.

Those questions You teach, You address;
Your answer to them is Yourself,
For wisdom’s love is all we need
As still, small voice in us we heed.

In restless hearts You dwell in peace,
And from our sin we find release–
Know love that we have never known
From seeds in our creation sown.

At last Your harvest of us comes,
For who we are, we have become
In fam’ly where we have been born,
And joy abounds–we’re not forlorn.