Thank You God,
For this waking in Your arms,
Held fast by You,
Through the night,
Through all darkness,
To see yet another day,
In Your light.
Purified by Your Holiness,
May I love,
And live it – In Your Way.
©2013 Joann Nelander All rights reserved
I want to live in thanksgiving,
Rendering praise upon praise,
Filling the world about me
With the presence of angels,
Called from the four winds
To a place where He,
Who is Love,
Is honored and revered,
An oasis in the wilderness of men and beast.
Bow down, weary travelers.
Enter my tent.
Rest from your journeys among men,
Your battles in high places.
Drink the water from the Rock
Savor the sweetness and honey of companionship,
of like-minded souls,
In the bosom of our ever-present God.
By Joann Nelander
Entombed in Eucharistic Love
You, O Lord, inflame my heart.
Rush on me, O Lord!
Rush on me, O Holy Spirit,
As I devour You, O God,
Devour Me.
Descend into my depths.
Awaken my soul.
Resurrect my poor spirit.
Rise in my heart.
I am Your servant, Lord.
My members are now
Your members, Jesus.
My heart, Your heart,
My eyes, Your eyes,
My ears, Your ears.
Arise, O Lord! Inflame, O Lord!
On every cell imprint Your Name.
On every fiber, imprint Your Image.
My frame, Your temple,
My will, Your altar.
Yours, Yours, I am Yours.
Lay me down next to You,
Entombed in Eucharistic Love.
Now and forever, Yours.
Heart of my heart,
I love you,
Repaying Love with love,
Yet, wholly inadequate.
Living out of Your Being for supply.
Answering Your call,
The Spirit and the Bride, say “Come!”
I answer, “Come. Come, Lord Jesus,
Bridegroom of my soul!
Finally, eternally, come!
Come Eternal Flame!
Baptize me, O Holy Spirit;
Holy Fire of the Father’s Love.
Eternal Father, Trinity,
One Son, forever. Eucharistic Sun.
How sad is Man?
He values the rare,
Exults the extraordinary,
Crowns the celebrity.
God, on the Other hand, proliferates.
He calls good all He creates,
Dignifies life by His Love,
And Humankind by His Incarnation.
For want of goodness,
Man may usurp the place of God,
Seat himself
Upon that lofty throne.
For the want of love
Man may throw life away,
Too small, too young, too needy
Too dependent to matter.
How sad is Man upon his throne?
He beats his chest,
And declares his liberty;
Forgets his neighbor, chooses self.
How sad is Man,
Unencumbered of diety,
His own god,
And lord of all he has stolen.
Yet, God dignifies his defiant creature.
God respects the time of Man,
And give His Goodness
Sway over Holy Wrath.
Out-side of Time.
There is only the Eternal.
In Time, mind and Man are matter-dependent,
Sustained in rhythms tuned by the Creator.
When Time is rolled up
With the stars, like a scroll,
And fire devours all matter,
Where will the spark of Man exist?
While living, Man chooses,
Until Death declares
All he has chosen final,
The Star of Hope extinguished.
O Man, gladden the lot of Man.
Your eternity begins in the Heart of God.
You are rare.
You are extraordinary.
Celebrate the Lord, Your God!
My Child,
Praise be, to Jesus Christ.
He is our Anchor.
He is the High Tower
He is the Lamp that shines in the dark.
He is the Light that dispels all darkness.
He it is that brings us to the safe harbor.
Rough seas, storms,
Thunder in the night,
And the tumult of the deep,
All serve our Great King.
Fear nothing that comes to you.
You have a champion in high heaven,
And ministering angels all about you.
See with the eyes of your soul.
Remember: “Greater is He,
That is in you,
Than he who is in the world.”
Rejoice that you are His,
And that you are weak and small.
The great can not see
Their need for a savior.
You know your need,
And you know your Savior.
Be Holy! 