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: spirituality
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! 