Continue, Lord, your story through your Church
This Advent as the dawn of new day breaks,
When you again with your hand our earth touch
To show you never will your world forsake.
In coming, give us your humility
To break our pride that we may you embrace
In Bethlehem, where our hearts long to be
With poor and wise, receive your saving grace.
Bring forth your fruit in plenty for your land—
Too long has starved for Truth in Holy Food.
In us, show forth to all your loving hand
By Spirit who breaks bread on Calvary’s Rood.
In us, continue visitation made
By Father in His Son through Virgin Maid.
Tag: praise
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! 