Tag: peace

Rejoicing With Mary

The Son of One who spreads the heavens broad
Is born of Mary, in a manger laid;
Within our world comes One who is our Lord,
Born with consent of chosen Virgin Maid.

All heaven and all earth with her rejoice
When she receives the Son who saves us all.
He comes to us through Mary’s human choice–
Will come to those on Him through Mary call.

From Jesus and His Father through her “yes”
We then receive their Spirit, brings Him nigh–
Makes every day with them a Christmas fest
As Adam Old in us on His Cross dies.

We rise with Him in stable to us comes,
And earth is taken into heaven’s home. 

Advent Wash

In Advent, Satan’s knees will shake
When he’s reminded he has lost
As we prepare to our thirst slake
With Blood to wash away sin’s dross.

When we prepare for Son to come
We walk in steps of Three are Wise,
And wise ourselves we will become–
See world made new through Baby’s eyes.

He’ll with His Blood and Water wash
The darkness of the world with light
That streams first from a living crèche
To bring creation His new life.

Then all the world will rise with Him
Who will in Bethlehem be born:
Our Paradise made free of sin,
No longer are our hearts forlorn. 

An Open Door to Dawn

Lord, let me be an open door
That You may enter others’ lives
Through me to come to spirits poor
Who need You for their living guide.

In providence You touched my life,
Gave faith for me to understand
The truth that pierces with Your light
Our darkness, covers all our land.

Lord, may I not distracted be
By clamor of this world’s demands;
May I hold fast to truth I see,
As You hold me in guiding hand.

May I point others to Your dawn,
Breaks at the point where You meet earth;
With heaven’s beams You bring Your song–
At last we find our longed-for birth. 

You take us in the light that shines
From Bethlehem through Calvary’s hill
To empty tomb where You unbind
The death that all our graves had filled.

We taste Your truth in bread and wine
Transformed to give us You, His Son;
In Body, Blood for all earth’s time
We rise with You who vict’ry won.

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.