The veil o’er understanding lifts,
And we see Nazareth,
A place where family life is gift
Of which we’ve been bereft.
For we have never understood
| The truth of family three;
Now inner wisdom in us floods,
And we see Trinity.
For family here is likeness of
Our God who reigns above—
An ever-lasting treasure trove
Containing Triune Love.
We in this Naz’reth family see
The destiny of all
As gift of Three who make us free
When families on them call.
The prophet’s word is like a star
That guides all wise to Him,
And even if we travel far
We’ll end in Bethlehem.
For there is His Incarnate Word,
Of Mary, Spirit born,
With Joseph who protects His Lord
Who’s born on Christmas morn.
And now He can be born in us
When our hearts for Him long,
And we surrender, place our trust
In Him where we belong.
The wisest one now welcomes all,
To Bethlehem will come–
With Joseph, Mary, to Him calls
All families to their home.
A stable door in Bethlehem
Is gate to Paradise,
Now opened wide to welcome Him
Who for us pays the price.
He came to recapitulate
Our life we live on earth;
He’s born on earth to open gate
To welcome earth’s new birth.
All of us now will follow Three
Who’re wise and lead us there–
Before His manger bend our knee
In thanks that He is here.
He’ll live and die and rise again
With new life for us all;
Deliver us from death and sin
When we upon Him call.
Through faith He gives us hope and love,
A taste of what’s to come,
Prepares us to join Him above:
New persons we’ve become.
His sacrament for us at Christmas comes
In Him, unites our human, His divine
In Person of our Father’s only Son–
Gives us Himself, transforms our bread and wine.
His Spirit came to Mary in her home
To ask her for her maidenly consent,
And she gave Him her body for His own
As veil ‘tween heaven, earth by Him is rent.
At Bethlehem, of Mary He is born
In stable where He’s held by Virgin Maid,
And poor and wise see in Him Easter morn
That’s now for us on altar by Church laid.
The One who comes at Christmas dies on Cross
And rises on the altar–is not lost.
With earthly flesh our Savior’s born—
His truth has risen from our earth—
By heaven’s grace we’re not forlorn
With Him arises in new birth.
For all the earth bursts forth in song
That morn He’s born in Bethlehem;
Creation has for His dawn longed
Is finally freed from Adam’s sin.
The Devil pouts and screams in vain
As angels come from sky above
To herald Him who for us came–
Brings Trinity’s undying love.
With Mary, Joseph, Holy Three,
Presents His purpose for us all,
That we a family three can be
Redeemed when we will on Him call.
Like Eden You our desert make
When You are in a stable born;
You came to us to our part take
In Eden’s East where we’re forlorn.
Now Eden in us all awakes
With You on that first Christmas day.
Our thirst for righteousness You slake;
In Eden’s East You have Your way.
The animals that share Your stall
With You, they also know our joy
As You save all from Eden’s fall
When You come as a Baby Boy.
Among us You will live and die
And rise with Eden Easter Morn;
Creation saved from Satan’s lie
As we are all with You re-born.
He steps into our lives at Bethlehem
Through door that’s opened by His Mother’s “yes,”
And with Him brings His Father’s love of Him
To give us what our Father knows is best.
We’ve tried to live by following our will,
Immersed ourselves in darkness and despair,
But now we hear a voice that’s small and still
From manger where He’s watched by Holy Pair.
Those three in circle have for us restored
In family, likeness of His Trinity
That spills out love for families here galore
So we can now become who we’re to be.
His Trinity this family to us brings,
And through us all creation of Him sings.
What is this light shines from that stable door
To lift our spirits poor?
For by its light we see
Within the stable are our Holy Three,
A proto-icon of His Three above:
A mirror image of His perfect love.
Their open door now beckons all to come
That fam’lies may become
Again their likeness here,
As He from all our hearts casts out our fear,
And we, a New Creation, on earth born
With Him—the light of world on Christmas morn.
The cries of Holy Innocents
Now echo through the years,
For wrath of evil was not spent
Or washed away by tears.
Those Innocents from every age
Join those from Herod’s day
And feel the Devil’s timeless rage
Against Him who’s the Way.
But all the Innocents who die
Join those from Herod’s time
And find our Lord has heard their cry:
A Mothers arms they find–
For Mary waits at Jesus’ side
To welcome each one there;
Forever each one now resides
In home beyond compare.
Our sheep that night kept drifting east,
Would not bed down and sleep the night;
Their restlessness would never cease,
Like they were drawn to distant light.
It came from village, Bethlehem,
And seemed to penetrate the dark.
We were content to follow them;
They to the village our path marked.
And then the wonder of it all
Burst forth above in angels’ song;
We know to Bethlehem we’re called
For with our sheep there we belong.
We see the light from stable comes,
And our sheep for us lead the way–
As light in us our hearts become–
Where Baby in a manger lay.
Our sheep that night just seemed to know
The Baby there was one of them,
Yet also Shepherd–now bestowed
On world, is born in Bethlehem.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 