My Lord was not locked with chains of steel,

But by bonds of love, tied by His own will.

My Lord was not restrained with rope,

But bound by the blessed and eternal hope.

My Lord, His life, was not forcibly sold,

But He gave His life, for His wayward fold.

My Lord! My Love! Oh, Mystery…

He came to die to set us free.

The Beloved gave freely, what they thought they took,

His gentle silence, hard mistook…

Most beautiful, innocent, kind, humble man, my Lord!

Lived in obedience to a higher plan, restored.

He descended down the steepest fall,

Into Hell itself, He broke its wall.

He then resurrected to His body again,

As proof, alive, over deaths dark shame.

From thence Ascending the mighty road,

To the Fathers Throne, went He alone.

To take the seat at His right hand,

And offer this passage to the likes of man.

From thence our Lord will descend,

At the very end, to conclude the story.

He came once in poverty,

The second time, He comes in Glory.

Strong amassed with all His Saints,

To crash again on Hells hot gates.

To divide those who would accept His grace,

From those who refuse and deny His face.

We are standing on the threshold,

Of something made of God,

Remember His wrath,

Is as perfect as His Love…

We are approaching tribulation

Like no other generation has caught,

And you who think you can

Bring God down to the level of man,

Are but naught!

Sin has got to be reckoned with –

All the sin that won’t be confessed –

Sin has got to be done away with,

For the blood demands it,

This forgotten blood of the oppressed!

This great flood of violence,

Of abuse and of neglect –

This mighty God will topple

Every high tower,

Until there isn’t one left.

This Mighty Judge who offered

To arm you with His own might and love,

will judge the hearts of everyone,

And know exactly what you’re made of.

Remember!

Remember, this is the Mighty God.

Remember, His wrath,

Is as perfect as His love.

He crossed the distant dessert,

He crossed the roaring sea.

He crossed the distances to convert,

To come and set me free.

He crossed time and space for me.

He crossed over into mere flesh,

He crossed over into poverty...

He crossed the straits and yet,

He wasn't cross with me,

For my weakness and my faults.

In fact, He paid my ransom fee,

Paid out of His precious vault.

Then my Savior, my beloved,

They hung Him on a tree,

And there upon the painful cross,

He died so we could live to be -

Able to make our own great crossing.

From Here, unto Him.

So we might do the same,

And return to Him again.

Love is the boat we will travel in,

To cross the forever sea,

Love is the Prime Bass of all other virtues,

If you have love, then Pilgrims you'll be.

No matter if you have much learning,

If you have not true affection,

Then you cannot, yourself, make the crossing,

you'll just be a sign pointing out a destination.

But Oh, dear Pilgrim, if you love Him true,

Though a thousand foes may oppose your steps,

The Lord will take your hand and see you through.

Though a million mountains stretch out to hold you back.

Though the sky may threaten to fall,

Though the pavement threaten to open,

You'll be guided by the creator of All,

Your Souls senses each awoken.

Set Love and Charity as the compass of your soul,

Follow that bright North Star, and ignore the loud world.

Give as freely as you have received,

And from the husk of old doubt, will grow new belief.

God bless you dear Pilgrims,

To complete your crossing in time,

To make the brave journey, cross its fathoms, alive,

And make of your frail human hearts,

Restored and devoted shrines.

There the beloved will shine within you,

Making beauty where once you wore disgrace,

You'll shine with the light of loves duty,

All corruption will leave on you not one single trace.

So Pilgrim, I greet you,

And encourage your growth,

Go read the great Saints and all that they wrote.

Reform and repent, make good and try,

Then beloved, when you die, you'll actually thrive.

Thank you Lord for my life,

Thank you for all that has come about -

Thank you for providing me Faith,

When you could have left me in doubt.

Thank you for my friendships,

Honest good and true,

And thank you for everything I learnt,

From those less than true.

Thank you for the common things,

The gentle mornings in harmony and peace,

Thank you for precious late night coffees,

with beloved ones now deceased...

Thank you for the memories,

I absentmindedly made...

Thank you for every color,

I can remember, and now with me, forever, stays.

Thank you for the heart breaks,

That have made me softer with my tears -

Thank you for not always giving me what I wanted,

Thank you for giving me so many years.

Thank you for the comfort I have received,

When my heart was downcast, locked in grief,

Thank you for the friends like these,

Who make me smile again, as if with ease.

Thank you for the unexpected arrivals,

Of friends, of foes, and choice -

Oh Lord, I thank you for my voice...

Thank you for songs and rainstorms and kitchen frogs,

Thank you for mulberries and bicycles, and puppy dogs.

For all the beauty I've ever seen,

Is from your storehouse of light, oh King...

I am in awe of how much you've done already for me,

Oh my beloved, my heart can only but sing...

I could never list all the beauty I see,

I can only be still, and remain, contented then with Thee.

My Mary let these hands be yours,

Joyfully place them to do some chores.

My Mary help me sow good feeling,

That comes after some humble cleaning.

My Mother Mary teach me what all to do,

To mop or brush or sweep or sew.

My mother taught me these things blossom much love,

In the bosom of the Heart of God above.

Set me please humble tasks -

Keep me praising throughout -

Then I will glimpse sweet eternities font,

and I will be in no more doubt.

That I belong to my Creator,

and He delights when I do good -

That He'll take me sooner or later,

and I praise Him like I should.

I may praise as a faithful daughter,

Even with my hands in dish water.

I may humbly hum a homily or hymn,

In the dirt of the garden, as I contemplate Him.

I am unoffensive to the angels when I am engaged in cleaning,

Like celestial chimney-sweeps are they to me, this great gift revealing.

As our beloved Jesus did observe,

It is far greater to serve, than to be one who is served.

So my Mary, let these hands be yours,

Teach me the virtue of some humble chores...

Oh my Mary,

Thank you Lady,

You are revealing to me at last,

The heights of Heaven,

can be attained

through

humility's

downward

path.

Oh my love, before I go,

Before my soul must ascend,

Oh let me tell you what I know,

Before my breaths must end.

When I see that light place,

Nestled in God's great embrace –

When those rolling hills of spring,

I shall then wander in –

I know I will be able to rest forever

On the heart of my loving Lord,

Knowing that I undertook every endeavor,

To share with you this great reward.

I know my soul shall find its rest,

When I have followed my Lord's behest,

To encourage you to seek him true –

To understand He came for, and He is calling you.

Before I go –

Before I go –

Let me tell you what I know.

Before I sleep –

Before I sleep –

Let me share my secret deep.

My Beloved Jesus I pray for them.

And with gravity I place these precious lives into Your plans.

Entrusting you, my Jesus,

With these my little ones,

To and from Thy divine hands.

In truth my Lord it is fair to say,

That they are all really your little ones,

You’ve entrusted into our hands today.

I place them into your hands,

Just as you place them into mine.

You know the number of their strands,

You know the plans I can’t understand.

Oh, help me my Jesus, to show them to You –

Help me to show them your goodness, your truth.

Help me to comfort them whenever they’re blue –

Help me to show them, their best friend is You.

You share the lot of your master

As if he were your father,

And you but a little child,

who shares the whole part as son or daughter.

Those who take their inheritance from Satan,

Inherit the World and its treasures.

They aspire toward the lap of luxury

And swim in fleshly pleasures.

They abhor all humility

Zealously avoid pains –

Seeing the only ‘reality’

Of living life by gains.

Those who take their inheritance

From Jesus,

Give this life in preparation for the next,

With meek and humble striving,

A constant living quest.

They partake of the sufferings,

And give themselves to charity,

to pray for a world, lost, in forgetful

strange barbarity.

Satan extols the High Life,

Jesus proclaims the low,

Whatever then we grow,

Is whatever we have sown.

Tethered for eternity

Will every soul then be –

To the master they have loved

And served, with total

Fixity.

All humans engage in worship,

Of some idol, some god, some desire -

We turn our lives around our loves,

Spiraling lower or higher.

In the end it’s not our sin

That condemns us,

But our abhorrence

Of Jesus as Lord –

The only one who can commend us,

Is the sovereign one over all.