Tag: jesus-christ

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. 

Mary and the Face of God

Your mother’s face, oh God, we see    
  Through Mary, your true love:
Time taken to eternity,
     Made sinless from above. 

The cross before her in our time
     Is there in Anna’s womb,
Anticipates “not mine but thine”–
     Her womb an empty tomb.

From Anna’s womb is Mary born
     Without a trace of sin,
The mother of your only Son
     Through whom we’re born again. 

You show your Son a mother’s care
     In Mary’s open arms;
In her we see how You draw near
     To us with mother’s charms.

At foot of cross we’re children made;
     We’re sisters, brothers now.
Our mother is the Spirit’s maid;
     With her we to Son bow.

As your blessed Lady made for Him,
     She’s Your prevenient grace;
Your mother’s love is shown to them
     Who with her seek Your face.

Assumed by You to Your Son’s side,
     Our mother’s there with you;
When we in her Son here abide,
     We’ve heaven in our view.

Through Mary’s mirror we see clear
     Your mother’s image new;
She does for You hold all us dear:
     Reflection true of You. 

Light in the Darkness

My darkness Jesus scatters wide
     So I can see His face;
In His light see those at my side,
     And each is full of grace.

For each one from His Cross receives
     His love that knows no bounds,
That calls each one to Him believe
     Who scatters mercy round.

His voice calls each one to repent,
    Receive forgiveness now,
For each He has His own life spent–
     To each with grace endows.

Forgiveness flows from risen life
     In Body and His Blood;
He lives forever–brings His light
     In all to darkness flood.