His glory has been passed to us
Who live as Body of our Lord–
By sin and death no longer trussed,
Untied by Him whom we adore.
His glory unifies us all—
No longer competition reigns.
He comes to us in cattle stall;
Humility removes sin’s stain.
We glory in humility
From Him who said, “Not mine but thine,”
Reflected in “Be done to me,”
By her who asked for His new wine.
The heart of glory’s Jesus love,
Draws us into His unity
With Father, Spirit are above:
No longer captives, we’re set free.
The bread and wine to Him transformed
Will suit the plan He has for each,
For everyone in Him is formed
By Him, receives what He will teach.
Each person’s story is his own
Of way Christ Jesus lives in him;
In trust will sprout His seeds are sown
As each becomes His Bethlehem.
His manger lies within each heart
Where swaddling clothes to grave clothes change:
Our false self dies as He imparts
His Risen Life in fair exchange.
He dies in us so He can live
Again in hearts He will make pure,
And through us each Himself he gives
As all from Satan’s lie are cured.
We find we have become ourselves
From His beginning meant to be,
Each one a picture of His health
As His obedience sets us free.
We meet Him in His Sacrament
When ’round His altar we all bow,
Where we taste heaven’s nourishment
As He descends into our now.
We celebrate in little things
That purify the heart;
The joy that in our family brings
Christ’s blessings to impart
He came to us in littleness—
A Baby in a crib—
Such power in His gentleness
For God is never glib.
He speaks in Baby’s still, small voice
And smiles in Mary’s face;
Sees her who for us made her choice
To save the human race.
A Mediatrix she becomes—
Stands always by His side—
Has never to our sin succumbed,
For in Him she abides.
Through Cross and grave, through empty tomb,
She follows only Son,
Who lived His life within her womb
And all our sin undone.
In all the ever-after years
Will Christmas always be;
From sin and death and all our fears
We always will be free.
Lord, thank You for our living Judgment Day
Where our sins are to us by You revealed
That we may choose to let You have Your way.
Let us not wait for when in grave we lay
To know our sin we have so long concealed.
Lord, thank You for our living Judgment Day.
May our hearts welcome You to in us stay
As You bring joy to our salvation seal,
That we may choose to let You have Your way.
Then through us You to world will have Your say
As all the earth becomes Your fertile field.
Lord, thank You for our living Judgment Day.
May we in dark of world be shinning ray
Of light from scepter’s mercy You here wield
That we may choose to let You have Your way.
And now we see the price for us You pay
That our souls may by Calvary be healed.
Lord, thank You for our living Judgment Day
That we may choose to let You have Your way.
He says, “Farewell,” and then returns
On Spirit’s breath at Pentecost;
We find our hearts within us burn
When He descends within His Host.
He takes His Body, Blood above–
Ascends and then on altar comes;
Through Spirit He makes present love
Of Him who one of us becomes.
His Risen Self ascends, descends
In Catholic Church on altar raised
Where we adore the One who mends
Our hearts and give Him all our praise.
From there He enters every heart
To save each one from sin and death;
His Body, Blood to each impart
And enter us on Spirit’s breath.
Ascension is His own prelude
To promise He forever makes
To come again from Holy Rood
And thirst for love within us slake,
For He is Risen from the dead!
Forever for us is alive
To come again in wine and bread,
And to each one His new life gives.
It’s all to pieces, all coherence gone—
A world in which the Devil reigns secure—
With Creed and Code and Church no longer one
And lives fragmented he has made impure.
Yet in the darkness of our world, Christ comes
Through Mary first to His light shine full pure
That in Him we might our true selves become–
Reflect His glory in salvation sure.
With eyes unveiled we see His world anew,
All knit together parts that make one whole,
With Creed and Code and Church seen in one view
And human bodies seen by Him ensouled.
Coherence comes as we on Him now gaze:
His risen union lightens all our days.
The freedom of eternal truth we find
In Him, the One who all our burdens bears,
Whose Blood for us is heaven’s living wine–
Transforms the earth that all His children share.
With Crown of Thorns He sanctifies the ground
That suffered curse because of Adam’s sin
And plants His vine, that we once lost are found
So we become what we have always been.
In Him we’re grafted in Our Father’s Son
To drink His life on Holy Spirit’s breath
And share in vict’ry for us He has won–
Redeems His image from our sin and death.
On Spirit’s breath we rise to life anew
With Him who fallen angel for us slew.
Lord, kill in me those prophets false;
I’m on Elijah’s side.
Baal prophets in me contest lost;
They cross that great divide.
Then through their deaths release in me
Your Spirit’s prophet gift,
That with Elisha I may see
Elijah’s chariot lift.
Come speak through me your prophet’s word,
Through Resurrection known;
Slay Satan with your sure swift sword
By Spirit’s breath that’s blown.
O let me speak your charity,
For all the world you made–
Your clarity world needs to see
Brought by your Spirit’s blade.
Come, cut us all right to the quick,
And show us Natural Law–
Was there before sin made us sick,
As all the prophets saw.
Now birth again that Law you gave
By your Creator’s Word;
In that New Birth your world you save
through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Give all baptized your prophet gift
That with Elijah we
May chariot ride to heaven–lift
All Eden there to thee.
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields–
From open tomb now rises Sharon’s Rose—
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.
The blood-red petals of His Rose will heal
The wounds have made our sinful flowers close;
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields.
His petals and His fruit His life reveals
On altar in His Body, Blood we know–
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.
With her our tomb of death for us unseals,
And we leave buried all of Satan’s woes;
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields.
His mercy for us is no more concealed,
As we in Him forever find repose—
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.
The Serpent’s head is crushed beneath His heel
By human nature she on Him bestowed;
On Easter morn we see His fruit earth yields,
Grown from her Lily of the Valley’s field.
Her human nature for us wears a crown:
The glory of our race made full alive.
As in Baptismal waters our sin drowns,
We rise with her in Him to Father’s side.
Can we so dare to want to do His will
That with her we surrender all,
And as her child have us His Spirit fill
With joy to know we follow Shepherd’s call?
His voice in hers we hear from heaven high,
“To me be done whatever You desire,”
And cares of this world lift as He draws nigh
To breathe His warmth in Holy Spirit’s fire.
Her crown for us becomes her diadem,
As with her we to heaven now ascend.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 