My Holy Three,
Ground of my being,
In knowing Thee
May I be evermore made
Like unto Thee,
Write upon my heart
The thoughts that are Your own.
Seat Yourself
On my heart’s throne.
You who find no place
To rest Your Head.
Here, reign and rule
To console and wed.
My Holy Three
The ground of me.
In knowing Thee
I can but love Thee.
©2012 Joann Nelander
Everyday is good.
Everyday is holy.
All days are present
In God’s Light.
With my life lived
Under Your gaze,
I implore of You
A river of love.
Through the hearts
of Virgin and SonPur
Everyday is good.
Everyday is holy.
All days are present
In God’s Light.
As I sigh to You.
With my life lived
Under Your gaze,
I implore of You
A river of love.
Through the hearts
of Virgin and Son
Purify my gift each day
Pour the many waters
To wash the dross away,
You, through Mother and Son
Provide pure gold.
May all my ways,
The moments now arrayed
Guilded by Mother and Son
Shine in holiness.
Look on me loving You
With every beat of my heart,
Skipping happily,
As a playmate at Your side,
All my days.
And, though my acts
Be as the poor trinkets of a child,
Their merciful touch
Makes them holy
Makes God smile.
As I sigh to You.Purify
Pour the many waters
To wash the dross away,
You, through Mother and Son
Provide pure gold.
May all my ways,
The moments now arrayed
Guilded by Mother and Son
Shine in holiness.
Look on me loving You
With every beat of my heart,
Skipping happily,
As a playmate at Your side,
All my days.
And, though my acts
Be as the poor trinkets of a child,
Their merciful touch
Makes them holy
Makes God smile.
How poor I am.
No one suspects my poverty,
For I hide it
‘Neath empty bravado.
All show,
The fool fooling all,
But myself.
Yet, sometimes,
I , too, believe
My haughty claims.
How poor am I?
Joann Nelander
Be Holy! 