Carmel is place Our Lady’s flower grows
With blossoms purple, blue,
Where we her Son can know
And join with her in life of Adam New,
As she sits next to Him on mercy seat
Where in their hearts their love for us now meets.
Both listen to the prayers of St. Therese–
Requests from them a rose–
For she won’t ever rest
‘Til all the world will our New Adam know
With Mother who is His and also ours,
As all the world is covered with her flow’rs.
Come, lead us where still waters flow
To cover us in death
That water’s life we then may know:
Restored in Jesus’ birth–
A Second Adam from above
Through woman truly free.
Surrendered to the Spirit’s Dove,
With eyes of faith she sees–
A sight with eyes for us unveiled
In welcome for God’s Son.
Her human womb His holy grail;
Her blood with His made one–
Made one but not confused in Him:
One Person, natures two
In perfect harmony within,
His purple and her blue–
Her blue in Him for all restores
Our Eden’s perfect race
With spotless Image we adore:
See Jesus’ human face.
May we on earth to heaven’s sky
With Mary welcome Him who comes
To save us all from Satan’s lie
With Truth that’s Serpent’s knot undone.
Untwisted now their love we know
From Holy Three through Mother’s Son,
Who comes to sinful realm below,
And in our earth His victory’s won.
Outside, His water o’er us poured
While inside Spirit splashes wet
To cleanse away that sinful sore
And suture wound with His own net.
Our earth made fit to come aboard
His Ark will sail to Heaven high—
His Church whose captain is our Lord,
From Father sent to bring earth nigh.
Rejoice, O earth, within us saved
By Holy Three through Mary’s “yes.”
Through grave our earth is with Him raised:
Our earth forever heaven’s guest.
The present and eternity are mine
Because they are your gift for everyday
When I surrender past and future–find
Your Mother in my present with me stays.
For You–one day is once but for all time–
Give her to us forever Mother be;
Eternity and present in her rhyme:
Your heaven’s Mother now is here for me.
And when your New Jerusalem descends
To take all time into eternity,
No longer will the future, past contend;
Forever I with her Your glory see.
Forever present, Mother, hold me close
As heaven, earth here meet in Mystical Rose.
Young Mary spoke a cosmic word,
Said once but for all time,
As welcomed she our world’s true Lord
Into its stormy clime.
The word she uttered let Him speak
His Word to still our storm.
What we thought strong was to Him weak;
His strength saves us from harm.
Now Mary sits at His right side
With Mother’s arms and lap.
Through her our present storms subside
As His calm all us wraps.
It’s in that calm we leave our nets,
Leave all to follow Him.
Like Mary, we our Lord have met–
Allure of this world dim.
Then some day we will hear, “Well done!”
As we are welcomed home.
Through us in storm has shone her Son,
And we hear Him say, “Come.”
White lilies on the table laid,
Reflect the beauty of the one
Who gives her heart as our Lord’s maid
To follow truth of Only Son.
Her hands caress the world around
And with His Spirit’s holy touch
Will consecrate with truth–abounds
In beauty that He loves so much.
Her inner beauty on us shines
As through her we bask in His glow–
Will change our water into wine
As we her Handmaid’s heart will know.
The joy that mothers to each other bring
Is like the joy that Jesus, raised from dead,
To Father gives as loud hosannas ring,
For heaven knows we are by Body fed–
First lives for us in Mary’s Virgin womb,
‘Twill die and rise and then descend again
To altar where new life for us will bloom–
Died first on Tree with our own mortal sin
To rise with us. He first in Mary lived,
Whose human nature is Immaculate
From Son, who to His Mother first will give
And then receive, as human race awaits
The joy that these two mothers both reveal:
A joy that John and Jesus also feel.
At Pentecost our Mother welcomes all
To open hearts to Spirit, in each blows,
And with her listen to St. Gabriel’s call:
Be born again by heaven’s breath below.
Together we are Church on Peter’s Rock,
And Hell will not prevail against her gates,
As Devil tries to with his venom block
The Son of God who saves us from sin’s fate.
Our death He overcomes with Body, Blood
Shed for us, then again for us to rise
To come in Mass, transform our earthly food
Into Himself–defeats the Devil’s lies.
With Mary, we to Spirit should say “Yes”
And build our lives on Rock on which Church rests.
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.
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.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 