Author: householdoftheholyfamily

We listen to the fiddle play,
     Strummed by the Devil’s hand,
And with us he then has his way;
     We’re welcomed in his band.

But we find that the more we hear
     The more we are sucked in,
And our hearts then begin to fear;
     We long for what had been.

O for the time of innocence
     When we were with the Lord,
And His protection round us fenced
     Our freedom in His Word.

Just then the love that we once knew
     Descends from up above,
And we rejoice with life anew
     From His self-giving love.

The Devil now is downward cast—
     No longer in our face.
We’re captured by a love that lasts
     And live within His grace. 

Is there a rainbow in this storm
     To give us now a hope
That life anew can be reborn?
     Is that beyond God’s scope?

For waves of death around us rise,
     And we seek higher ground.
Will this storm be our life’s demise,
     No trace of us be found?

But then we see approach a boat,
     And from it net is cast;
We’re caught, and it keeps us afloat,
     Tied firmly to boat’s mast.

We see the mast is Jesus’ Cross
     With rainbow streaming forth.
At last we see we are not lost;
     In Him we plight our troth.

Our greatest gift is faith in Him
     Who’ll wash our sins away;
Our hearts become His Bethlehem
     As light shines in our day.         

And with that dawn a rainbow breaks
     Through storm’s horrendous pow’r;
His Word of peace makes Satan quake
This His Holy Hour.

For storms on earth by Satan caused
     Are stilled forever more,
And our lives now will not be lost.
     We’re safe on heaven’s shore. 

The morning dew lay lightly on His tomb
That’s open now and stone is rolled away,
As sunlight penetrates the night-time gloom,
And His life over death has had His way.

Comes Mary Magdalene to see her Lord,
Whose body she believed was in His grave.
Instead, she finds the One whom she adored
Alive again—from sin and death He saves.

She runs to tell His men whom she has seen,
And John and Peter race from her to see
The tomb where body of the Lord had been,
And Peter knows not what was meant to be.

But John steps in and sees with Mother’s eyes—
Believes with her that He was meant to rise;
And with Him we are raised above our fall
With life anew for all who on Him call. 

Your glory’s weight is our light yoke
     As shoulder You our load,
For weight of truth You to us spoke
     When You stepped on our road.

We find Your truth is hard to bear
     If we go it alone.
In pride we’re trapped in Satan’s snare–
     For our sin You atone.

In Cross we find Your glory’s weight
     That pierces deep our hearts–
Removes the sin and radiates
     Your love through inward parts.

Your glory’s yoke for us is light
     Compared to Adam’s sin;
Its weight lifts us to heaven’s height
     As we are born again.

And when that final day will come,
     With Jesus we will soar
With weight that’s light and sin undone;
     We cannot ask for more. 

The Seven Thunders crack the seal,
And Spirit rolls the stone away,
As heaven’s bells begin to peal,
And life o’er death will now hold sway.

He’s risen and the dawn appears—
Dispels Old Eden’s night-time gloom,
And with the dark retreats our fear,
For death is not our lasting doom.

His promise is that we will rise
With Him to sing our Father’s praise
And live with Him in Paradise,
Restored on other side of grave.

We’ll gather with the ones we love
To celebrate in endless joy
As Eden’s joined with world above
To live with Mary and her boy. 

May I be, Lord, Your mountain wreathed in smoke
Where You came down to purify my heart,
As You in me live Your commands you spoke—
Make me who You intended from the start.

On my heart chisel words of your commands
As in me rises image made anew,
And You for my Old Adam make amends
So I am fresh as new creation’s dew.

May rising Son my mountain bathe in light
As You in me arise to greet Your dawn
And give to me Your own eternal life,
For which in my heart I have always longed.

Forever may my mountain Your heart please,
As Spirit’s smoke will always ‘round me wreathe. 

We wake and see new wine from mountains drip
Red-colored by His Blood on Calv’ry shed,
And we from chalice of His Blood can sip
To drink His life is risen from the dead.

Around us all the earth is made anew
As truth and goodness seep in every crack,
And lesions made by sin fill with His dew
From spring-time morning—gives us Eden back—

Yet not the same but better than before:
Now on the saving side of Mary’s “yes”
With heaven’s blessings poured on us galore,
And earth once more in heaven now can rest.

For o’er her mountains clouds have rolled away,
And love of Trinity in her holds sway. 

Make us a paradise within
     That we may be sin-free;
Make Eden in us new again
     By You on New Life Tree.

May we eat fruit you offer us—
     Your Body and Your Blood—
To hearts in You place all their trust
     And stand where Mary stood.

May we with her on New Life gaze—
     See through to empty tomb—
And know from death you came to save
     Through Your birth from her womb.

We see New Eden made secure
     By love to us you give:
From Trinity comes our sin’s cure
     As with You we will live.