Oh sing again of her,

The shield maiden of the cross

She free of vanity

Her battlefield she crossed.

Oh tell again of her courage

Her humble peasant faith

That placed heaven itself into her arms

And quieted that debate.

How swift of foot that nimble soul

An eagle high that yields to the wind

How she soared, to follow Him, and

How she still flies,

soaring,

By His side.

Her eyes may pierce the fallen

Her eyes so like Her sons,

She has been given leave to bring warning,

To every country, every people, everyone.

She calls us little children,

For the expanses of her heart

In knowing and Loving Christ,

To us would seem Frightful Depths,

And we would miss its delight…

That even this great Lady,

Is but a dove in the Lord’s magnificence,

She is our shield maiden of eternity,

And is defiant to all our indifference.

You say my Jesus is a fantasy

A fairy story, an ancient myth, with zero worth.

You so frightened of this intimacy,

That comes along with the second birth.

Like a mother and a child are likened to one flesh

So too all those who are reconciled,

To begin again, and start afresh!

There IS no earthly equivalent

For what takes place in the converting heart.

There IS no earthly metaphor

For the sting of that fiery dart.

There IS nothing I can tell you

Lest the Holy Spirit Himself brings illumination,

Only then can understanding dawn,

And you’ll plainly perceive your destination.

So I am terribly sorry,

My lament is not a lie,

If you’ve yet to receive that brightness,

To change and sharpen your eye.

It is ought a mystery,

How some are yet to come to Faith,

But know that we the faithful, pray for you,

To enter in those blessed gates.

Oh my beloved Champion,

With hatred always comes

And ending.

But with Love

Comes always,

A beginning. An assurity

Of depending.

And in my daily Loving You

I daily make a new start.

And in my depending upon you,

I am quickened with another beat of my heart!

Oh Champion unforgetting –

Where hatred demands the sacrifice of another,

But with Love, we are called to sacrifice,

Ourselves for our sister and brother.

This the heart of the Champion –

This is the path of the wise,

Seeing all eternity

Through Gods own loving eyes.

I’ll guide them to my Jesus,

No matter the scope, or type of their pain.

No matter the depth of their woundedness,

No matter the cause of the shame.

Please don’t think me shallow

For this “one size fits all” approach,

Please don’t think me lazy,

Fit for a reproach.

For even if I were a Doctor,

Who could provide the body with healing,

I cannot offer eternal life,

No matter the intensity of my feelings.

For even if I were a lawyer

Who could preserve the reputation,

And keep my client out of the dungeon cell…

I cannot preserve anyone from the dim dark fortress of Hell.

For even if I were a teacher

Who could instruct in a right good way,

I am not the Author of Truth,

Who brought forth the night and the day.

For I am just a human,

A lucky one who knows Gods own name!

I know that in Him and Him alone,

Rests Salvation for us, the slain.

The birds do not gossip

That they should prefer better songs,

Than those given them by the Creator,

They do not mumble that He was wrong.

The mighty stars in their orbit

Do not mutter about it being too far,

That the Creator should expect such service,

Never so complained a single star.

All the rugged and noble animals,

In the wind and the sleet and the snow,

They do not boast of their better knowledge,

They do not sell what they know.

Show me one atom that opposes HIM,

The Great One called; I AM.

Only the Devil demands independence from HIM,

And with this same madness, he poisoned man.

All of creation follows Gods leading,

Animals, Plants, Planets and seasons,

They require no explanation,

And suffer to give none their reasons.

Only mankind and the Devil himself

Would prefer the Outer Darkness to the Lord…

Only mankind and the Devil himself,

Believe they alone ought be adored.

Oh my heart... What art thou

That I must needs have charge of thee?

What child that I must choose what

Nourishment to feed, and what medicine to heed?

But thou art my own guide,

My guardian and keeper

So it is right that I should guard thee

And keep thee with all diligence,

Oh Doorway for my redeemer...

Beloved heart, and wicked lair...

How deep do thy chasems roll?

How eternal thy skyward sunrise

How ineffable thy friendships stole?

To be my greatest allie,

Oh most intimate enemy of mine...

To lead me into or out of eternity,

Like a casual passer by...

Solomon said "Oh who LORD, can lead these people all Your own?"

"Give unto me an understanding heart,

Leave me not to tarry alone."

From that hour onward he could

Interpret the swaying of the trees...

He could understand the far flung stars...

And the voices of the birds with ease.

I cannot understand those things,

I look but still fail to see...

I pray but know not what for,

As I drift in a never ending sea.

Oh Lord what a responsibility!

To give me a human heart...

Only Our Lord and His Lady,

Could make of them exquisite art!

Oh Lord, what a treasure in my keeping,

I feel like a mother with a babe...

Let me not sin against it,

Let me not lose it to the grave...

What is a heart, this woundable thing...

What is a heart, that when full makes us sing.

What is a heart, this tabernacle of Christ,

What is a heart, this vessel of life...

For too many, too many,

It is but a cauldron of death,

Full of idolatry

And still not full yet...

For too many too many,

The heart is the pit...

Full of snares and thorns,

And bitter wit.

Beloved, my Jesus, come tame

This wild land...

From my planes and my valleys,

To the deep ocean sands...

Beloved, my Jesus,

do not let me grow wild,

Help me, and tend me,

Thy wayward lost child.

Beloved, My Jesus,

Grow in this tomb,

Make an eternity

Out of this fortress of doom.

Listen oh Heart!

Be supplicant and obey,

Follow then Our Jesus,

The True Life and The Way.

Listen, oh vessel!

listen, oh earth!

Become Thou then worthy,

Of the gift of Thy birth.

And the seed of the serpent,

The child of murder most foul,

prepared to speak his heart aloud - 

"I do not need to KNOW him!

Whoever this mortal soul might be - 

I know I already hate him - 

With a perfect enmity."

And we heed also the servant,

The child of the Lord most true,

spoke then also plainly, 

an opposing picture drew:

"I also do not need to know him either - 

whoever this mortal soul might be - 

I know I already love him - 

who was made to the image of the Deity."

And the foe stood glaring.

The Saint; serene. 

A more perfect opposite

only once to be seen. 

In that of our Jesus, gentle, 

Facing Satan's cruel eyes,

The moment before our Lords

cruel, sacrificial demise. 

But Lo then for the wicked!

Who thought they'd killed the Son -

Who upon His cross defeated sin - 

Each and every one.  

My mother, my beloved Queen Mary - 

your words so pure, you city of God - 

Even the most basic of your precepts - 

And I swoon with the poetry of thereof...

Oh Lady, oh the nearest to a goddess

the world will ever know - 

But thy start was purely mortal, 

and thy stock; human, I know. 

But Lady, though pure human,

were kept from the raving madness of sin -

But you, gentle woman - 

perfect from when thou didst begin. 

Only one kept to such purity

Could bear the Lord in her womb - 

For any other sin stained woman - 

The fire would lead to the tomb.

Like the purest Gold of the Ark of the Covenant,

is the flesh that encased our great Lord - 

Only one perfectly abstinent,

who never for one moment ceased to adore...

If love is the glass-like surface,

In which the refection of the beloved is seen - 

Then she is the most perfect reflector - 

Showing a true image of Him, sent to redeem. 

Source Documents: 

Mystical City of God Vol 1, 2, 3 & 4 is a book written in the 17th century by the Franciscan nun Venerable Mary of Jesus of Ágreda.

According to María de Ágreda, the book was to a considerable extent dictated to her by the Blessed Virgin Mary and regarded the life of the Virgin Mary and the divine plan for creation and the salvation of souls. The work alternates between descriptions of the Trinity, the Virgin Mary's life, and the spiritual guidance she provides to the author, by whom her words were reproduced for the spiritual benefit and growth of the reader. The book describes at length the various virtues, and how the reader should live in order to see them reflected in their own life, with the Virgin Mary as their model for sanctity.