Like manna gathered in ourselves,
Your grace is right for everyone;
A thimble or a glass is filled,
And we thank Father’s Only Son.
Each one He makes is filled with Him
As He makes each as meant to be,
And each is filled up to the brim–
Made fit for His eternity.
In Body there’s no jealousy
For He is full in everyone,
And joy is in humility–
Comes from our filling with God’s Son.
A New Creation we consume
When we partake of Body, Blood;
No longer does death’s scepter loom:
In us His Risen Life now floods.
We see God’s truth with open eyes,
A home above with mercy seat:
New heaven, earth to which we rise
Where we will all our loved ones greet.
We meet through sacrifice He makes
As New Life comes to earth from Cross,
For He creation won’t forsake,
Is not to sin and Satan lost.
His justice is with mercy born
In open hearts receive Him here
With healing oil from Samuel’s horn
As Son of David conquers fear.
He comes to us with open hands
And New Creation to us gives,
For this is His New Promised Land
Where all with Him forever live.
My thoughts in cavalcade march through my mind
In heaven’s order–heal my sin-sick soul:
Re-make me from the inside out in time
As Jesus makes my past and future whole.
My childhood, teen years, all the years ’til now
Are re-made by the power of His Cross
As I no longer to my idols bow
But count as gain all these that I have lost.
For first time I can see my past anew–
A past I couldn’t see ’til it was born
Through empty tomb as all my life I view
And know His glory here my life adorns.
His cavalcade in me His glory makes
As truth at last the thirst of my soul slakes.
You first destroy the sinful fruit
Grown by our wicked tree
And then You kill the rotten roots
To set Your new roots free.
Now free, they’re joined to living Vine
Cast down from heaven high
To nourish us with Blood as wine
As You to us draw nigh.
We drink Your life from Vine entwined,
Grown from Your Sacred Heart.
You’ve always said to us “You’re mine”
And claimed us from the start.
We know forever we will be
With You and those we love,
For Truth is You we clearly see
When we’re born from above.
Now over is our midnight dark
Where we lived in despair;
The dawn, now faint, reveals His Ark–
His love beyond compare.
His Ark here is His Catholic Church,
Invites us all aboard,
Where we will know the healing touch
Of Jesus who’s our Lord.
Our Mother’s there to welcome us–
By her Son’s side she stays
And bids us with her to Him trust,
Receive His life and way.
For truth of Father with Him comes,
Borne on the Spirit’s breath–
Become ourselves within the Son
And rise with Him from death.
And into light with Him we step,
All gathered to His side;
No longer will our tears be wept:
In Him we now abide.
We ponder Your eternal gift
Of Son within a stable laid
To all of us to heaven lift–
A gift through Mary, faithful maid.
We come to Him by her word, “Yes,”
Receive Your Spirit to her gave,
As we our sins to You confess;
You bury them in Your Son’s grave.
And then on Easter we believe,
Yet not through sight of our own eyes,
But through the faith of one conceived
Your Son–in her crushed Satan’s lies.
On Pentecost in Upper Room,
In faithfulness with her we wait.
Her presence there dispels our gloom
And opens for us heaven’s gate.
Then with a mighty rush of wind
Your Spirit enters, forms Your own;
Through Mary’s heart to You we bend
As in her womb new seeds are sown.
We all become her children now;
She is the Mother of us all.
Forever to You we all bow;
We, through her Son, You Father call.
To heaven with You she’s assumed–
Awaits us all to join her there
Where each of us is born anew,
And Jesus in our hearts we bear.
How many colored is your wisdom’s cloak
When watered by your Holy Spirit’s breath,
Pervades your Word that in it we may soak
And learn life’s wisdom from beyond our death.
The different colors of your cloak will run
To paint your hues in all the human race
In pattern that’s unique for everyone
As Providence guides each to his own place.
Your colors rise from deep within each heart,
And rainbow circles all around the earth
With promise that with death earth’s storms depart,
And all will find on other side new birth
Where many colored dawn gives us Son’s light,
For in your heaven no more is earth’s night.
Lord, let me be an open door
That You may enter others’ lives
Through me to come to spirits poor
Who need You for their living guide.
In providence You touched my life,
Gave faith for me to understand
The truth that pierces with Your light
Our darkness covers all our land.
Lord, may I not distracted be
By clamor of this world’s demands;
May I hold fast to truth I see,
As You hold me in guiding hand.
May I point others to Your dawn,
Breaks at the point where You meet earth;
With heaven’s beams You bring Your song–
At last we find our longed-for birth.
You take us in the light that shines
From Bethlehem through Calvary’s hill
To empty tomb where You unbind
The death that all our graves had filled.
We taste Your truth in bread and wine
Transformed to give us You, His Son;
In Body, Blood for all earth’s time
We rise with You who vict’ry won.
A mother’s light through Francis comes—
A light for us named Clare;
Her radiance down through time becomes
A loving mother’s care.
For many in her light are bathed
In Mary’s color blue,
As Mary’s spirit ’round her wreathes
A love that’s ever new.
Her daughters circle all the earth
To Jesus bring to all,
And her Poor Clares all know their worth
When through her Jesus calls.
For Jesus calls with Mary’s voice
To follow in Clare’s way;
He blesses each who makes the choice
Through prayer to shine her rays.
DEDICATED TO OUR GRANDDAUGHTER
CLARE OLIVIA PALASZ
How great you are, O Promised Land,
When we can see you here–
A glimpse we see formed by God’s hand
When He in hearts draws near.
Within, a veil is blown away
By Holy Spirit’s wind,
And in us Father has His way
To cleanse us of our sin.
When that is done we heaven know
As virtue enters us,
And Promised Land within us flows
When Jesus our hearts trust.
Comes wisdom, and we understand
That we’ll be taken in
To land where freedom is God’s plan,
Where all are free of sin.
At last we’re free to sing God’s praise
On this side of the gate,
And know the truth that He will raise
Those grave clothes of our fate.
For here we die, but there we’ll live
Where bodies, souls are free–
Alive with life God freely gives,
And Promised Land we see.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 