Our Lady Guadalupe, Mystic Rose,
Whose light reflects the light of Savior Son,
Brings light to us who carry our dark load
Of illness in Eve’s nature was begun,
Brings Second Adam to our fallen state
To rescue Image by our Father sown.
We’re tarnished by the fruit First Adam ate–
All us who by Him are as persons known.
He saves us by His life in womb you bear,
Who wipes away our darkness with His Cross
And raises us to breathe pure heaven’s air–
Will burnish us within, remove sin’s dross.
May your Son enter us who lives in you,
As you, our Mother, with Him make us new.
Tag: christianity
Our Shepherd’s Voice
Our Shepherd’s voice is strong and clear
And travels down the length of time
As through the Church to us draws near
Through bishop with the bread and wine.
Through hands laid on we hear His voice
With Confirmation’s baptized ears,
And know that Jesus made the choice
To speak in words that we can hear.
His human words through bishop speaks
And through His pastors to our hearts;
We recognize the one who seeks
With Jesus’ truth to us impart.
As sheep we know a pastor false
Whose honeyed words will make no sense;
We separate the wheat and dross
And know the pastors Jesus sent.
We hunger for His truth in words
That live in Body and His Blood,
And we can recognize our Lord
As we ‘neath cross with Mary stood.
The pastors false deny His cross
And never will deny themselves,
So, in the end, they will be lost,
For they refuse His truth to tell.
The Glory of the Lord
The glory of the Lord is seen
In Jesus risen from the dead,
Salvation for what’s always been
His good creation to Him wed.
For spotless was creation made—
A Bride for Father through His Son—
Without our sin to cast a shade
On what Our Father had begun.
But we surrendered to the lie
Of him who had before rebelled,
Then for our sin we all must die
For cast on world was Devil’s spell.
But Devil through us can’t destroy
The goodness in creation made,
And Son comes in us to employ
Our flesh to vanquish sinful shade.
He dies and rises from the grave
In fleshly Body glorified
And with Him all creation raise
As through His death our sin has died.
Now Jesus’ glory will be seen
In all surrender to His will,
And glory’s good that’s always been
Our sin and Devil cannot kill.
Mended Hearts
In Advent we of sin take stock,
For soon we’ll see the Lord
And don’t want sin our hearts to block
From mercy’s cleansing sword.
We know our hearts will pruning need
By two-edged sword, His Word,
To open us to Blood He bleeds
In us, a cleansing flood.
From Bethlehem to Calvary
He cleanses us within,
As new-born He now makes us free:
Our life begins again.
We hand-in-hand to glory go
With mended hearts made strong
By Him who’s raised so we can know
With Him we all belong.
Master Weaver
You take the tattered threads of our own lives
When we surrender to Your nail-scarred hands
And weave a picture of new life You give
As You in us redeem Your eastern lands.
You all creation weave in tapestry
To make anew what we in Adam tore,
For we tried hard without You to be free
And found the Devil’s garment we then wore.
In pretense we try in ourselves to rip
The Devil’s cloak from ‘round our sin-soiled hearts,
And find our hands in nail-scarred hands have slipped
As You pick up our threads in brand new start.
Your nail-scarred hands through us creation weave
And all made new through hearts in You believe.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 