Tag: mary

Virgin Mother Mary

O Mary, virgin in God’s house,
May we our own vocations fill
As you’re forever Spirit’s spouse
And in God’s plan are virgin still.

Forever Mother of God’s Son,
You as a virgin always share
In birth by Spirit of each one
Who needs your mother’s tender care.

Your virgin’s hands and heart now bear
The life of each by Spirit sired,
For wedding garment you still wear
As mother of each new-born child.

On cross your Son to all us gave,
A virgin to our mother be—
Each one unique by Spirit made,
Like you a once-made specialty.

O Virgin Mary, be our guide
As with your mother’s hands you show
The gifts unique in each abide,
Configured there in shape you know.

May each of us then take the place
That’s made for each of us alone
In house with Mother, full of grace
And always virgin in God’s home.

Blessed Theotokos

Blessed Theotokos, closest to God’s heart,
Who human life imparts
To Him, our nature needs
From us, so He can for us lifted bleed–
Pray we with you be drawn to wounded side
Of Him who for us all here suffered, died.

Blessed Theotokos, hold Him to your breast
From crib to final rest
He takes in borrowed grave
To bury sin and from that serpent save.
Pray our hearts with your heart in grave with Him
Will find in tomb the birth of Bethlehem.

Blessed Theotokos, present there with John,
Whose faith in Risen One
In garden Easter morn
Proclaims you first in Him to be reborn.
Pray seeing not with fleshly eyes, yet we
With your pure heart His Risen Body see.

Blessed Theotokos in that upper room,
Whose faith dispells our gloom,
Lead constantly in prayer
All those in hearts with you are gathered there.
Pray Spirit brings your Son to dwell in us,
As with you we God’s Holy Spirit trust.

MARY, THE HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, JANUARY 1ST

  

God’s Three

A husband and his wife await
     The birth of God’s own Son
Who comes to us through heaven’s gate:
     Those three are also one.

Our human family now remade
     In Holy Family three–
Brings light in dark to Eden’s shade
     To make us all sin free.

Of One above their likeness here
     Shows three they also are.
By them in Baby they draw near;
     We’re guided by a Star. 

God’s Three to stable summon us
     As two now three become;
Their Baby is the One we trust
     To take us safely home.

We join with Angels, Shepherds, Wise
     To sing our human praise;
We’ll once again see heaven’s skies
     And live in endless days.

With Him in crib again we lie
     And rise with Him from tomb;
Our sinful selves will with Him die,
     Be born from Mary’s womb.

A new creation of us springs
     From Trinity above;
Through Holy Family’s open ring
     We’re raised to endless love. 

HOLY FAMILY SUNDAY

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. 

Our Lady Guadalupe

Our Lady Guadalupe, Heaven’s Rose,
You bear God’s New Creation in your womb–
Birthed in your Son now Risen from His tomb,
Your womb forever opened, never closed
To us, your children, born with Eden’s woes
Yet saved by God from that first garden’s doom.
Through your eternal “yes” He grants His boon,
For from your womb with Jesus all arose.
With Juan Diego at your feet, we stand
In thanks that in your heart you carry us–
By Spirit, water born in this world’s storm.
With him we hold your roses in our hands,
And in your “yes” we place our heart’s sure trust
As this world’s winter thawed by hearts made warm.