Make of every heart a tabernacle,
A holy space,
Home to Thee,
A Mercy seat,
Spread their wings
And constantly adore.
May heaven alight
On one who prays,
And rest on that blessed soul,
As Pentecost anew.
Across the face of the earth
Find hallowed home,
Ciborium for Thy Blood,
Chalice to cup Thy loveliness,
And priestly hands to hold Thee aloft,
To smile upon Your world in dire need.
Be, O, Bread of angels,
Ever present on Your altar,
Closer than my breath,
Friend and companion
Light and Bridegroom,
All in all,
Everywhere and everyone
Sinner to saint,
And temple of Your Holy Spirit.
This poem was written to express celebration at Easter. Everyday ordinary day is so full of God’s choice blessings, that praise should flow from every corner of the earth. In the deepest darkness, may hope arise through praise of God.
I invite you to linger a while and add a stanza.
Courts of Praise
Thank you, my Lord, for my life long, For beloved family and friends, And all dear hearts touching mine.
My treasure trove of souls Spills far beyond my time To number as my own Those who have gone before, Your saints of ages past, The cloud of witnesses on high And pure angelic beings In realms veiled from the eye.
There never was a day In which I was alone, Nor forgotten Before Your throne.
There, at Your feet, All heaven sweet anthems raise, To set celestial hearts ablaze. My heart, in chorus, Swells, dilating in love, Grown great in gratitude.
Beside Your All Love, I make small return. You count my debt as paid, And bid me enter courts of praise.