Author: householdoftheholyfamily

Lord, circle us your rainbow round
That sin will reign no more,
Then let us hear that heaven’s sound
And on us Spirit pour.

Let us sail on your Church’s ark
O’er all earth’s stormy seas
To bring your light into the dark
Of sin, set others free.

We echo your words, “Peace, be still,”
And Satan’s tumults cease;
For your Cross all our sin now kills,
As Spirit is released.

Through faith lead us to understand
Your doctrine that is true,
For doctrine is that rainbow strand
That ties our hearts to you. 

Lord, dip us in your sacred bath
Found in your Mother’s House,
And wash away our sin-caused wrath,
As we become your spouse.

Like Mary, wed us to yourself;
Let us bear your own Son,
For Mary bore our Lord herself
That we may bear same One.

Perfect those natural talents there
From Image in us made;
Let Holy Water wash us where
Our gifts may world invade.

Make East of Eden Garden fair
With rainbow in the sky;
All water there cleans Satan’s lair,
And waters gifts once dry.

Baptismal gifts now all forth shoot;
Their branches earth entwine.
All branches grow from Jesse’s Root
And watered with His wine.

Those branches wind ’round ladder’s rungs
And climb to Jesus’ throne;
There sing the songs by angels sung, 
Join earth to heaven’s home. 

Lord, let us be on your ship’s prow
In Holy Spirit’s wind,
And daily we’ll renew our vows
As us to world you send.

Upon the Church’s cutting edge,
We catch the Spirit’s breeze
As in the world we drive a wedge
And plant New Eden’s Tree–

That new Tree in the shape of Cross
On hill named Golgotha;
Tree planted in that dung and dross
Is where Maranatha–

Transforms all earth from Hell’s cesspool
To Heaven’s waterfall–
A place were virtue now will rule;
Be baptized, all are called.

We’re called by One baptizes us
With Holy Spirit’s fire;
New life He gives to Eden’s dust,
Will dampen Satan’s ire.

Then all climb on that Gospel Ship,
The Holy Spirit’s Ark.
Off that same ship we never slip;
We’re saved from our grave’s dark.

We sail on into Heaven’s light
To Jesus’ mercy seat;
We bask in glow of Mary’s sight–
Our King and Queen we meet.

We all now see that good Ship’s port
Is place where Father dwells–
By Mary welcomed to His court
With our Emmanuel. 

O Lamb of God, come be our lamp
And lighten all dark Eden’s camp;
Ignite that fire that has been damp,
And loose from us dark Satan’s clamp.
In us Christ’s Image newly stamped;
Created Image is revamped.
By work of Holy Spirit sent,
We see again God’s first intent.
That heaven’s curtain now is rent
By Jesus, who from heaven went
To give His life; it all was spent
For us who Adam’s choice had bent.

Now we become the whole world’s light
By power that is Jesus’ might;
We always keep Him in our sight,
As we engage in Michael’s fight.
Christ cleans the world from Adam’s blight
And raises it to heaven’s height,
As Mary’s nature God assumes
And pours Himself into our gloom.
He makes earth house of many rooms
And sweeps them clean with Spirit’s broom.
In light of Lamb, New Eden blooms–
His promise is to come back soon. 

We think that nature is our toy 
To shape the way we will; 
Yet tiger tame brings us no joy,  
Is lifeless, cold, and still. 

This nature seen from human side
Yields only half its truth;  
We cut it open, look inside 
And miss its holy worth.  

Mistakenly, we see ourselves
As only nature, too;
Look at ourselves, uncover hell;
We see what sin can do.

So round and round in self we go,
Wind whirling round dead leaves.
Our human selves we fail to know,
As to ourselves we cleave.

Then into human nature comes
The One who made us all;
His nature minds alone can’t plumb–
To human hearts He calls.

“Turn back to me and human be,
A person fully live;
A sacrament for all to see,
And all my earth will thrive.

“See bread and wine, the stuff of earth,
The work of human hands:
Transfigured, made of sacred worth
By my own Godly hand.”

That hand of fully human One
Can transform by its touch,
For hand is hand of God’s own Son,
Who loves us all so much.

Now all of nature sacrament
As always meant to be;
All look to Jesus, are unbent–
Look up, we heaven see.

From earth we gaze on heaven’s sky,
And come alive again;
Live on our own no longer try:
We’re fully human men.

One less than God comes, less than we,
And slyly tempts by fruit we see
To call us less than human be,
Forsaking our humanity.

His incantation, I have found,
Is one the pulls me to the ground;
It slithers with a serpent’s sound,
Rumbling in my belly round

For my base lower nature finds
It wants to, like a snake, unwind,
Be free from all those virtues bind,
Forget I’m one of humankind.

But Jesus saves the human race:
The Son of God takes human face,
Takes all our nature, leaves no trace,
Yet fully God by Father’s grace.

Through Him our heart’s alive again;
He turns our belly from its sin. 
Our minds through hearts can now begin
To belly rule: again we’re men. 

O Sacred Heart, so wounded deep,
With Mary’s Heart your vigil keep
As for us both your Hearts do weep;
For as we sow, we also reap.

Peace in our hearts we cannot buy,
So trapped are we by Satan’s lie;
No matter now how hard we try,
In us the price is just too high.

Imperfect cannot perfect be
Since first Eve chose imperfectly.
One perfect in humanity
Must come to us to human free.

God’s New Creation now is born
Of Woman, from the old not scorned.
Her Heart one Heart that’s not forlorn,
A Heart that has not our sin worn.

From Mother, He our nature takes;
His Sacred Heart her own Heart makes,
As human nature on earth quakes,
When from its sin-drugged sleep awakes.

That Sacred Heart joins with our own;
Her Heart Immaculate now known.
In human nature virtue grown
With Jesus’ Heart, our cornerstone. 

I plainly see monotony 
Is your own discipline;
For faithful we are asked to be 
In small tasks without end.

In these small tasks are virtues learned:     
Your faith and hope and love.
To those great things our minds are turned
By Holy Spirit’s dove.

For every day in every way
In all those simple tasks,
You come to us; we hear you say:    
“Your faithfulness I ask.”

When faith and hope and love become 
The habits of our hearts,
Then when we come to heaven’s home,  
See earth as heaven’s part.