My Father, Take me as a violin, Tuned to Your Heart. Set the strings of my soul, That at Your touch, My melody be sweet and harmonious. I desire to be responsive to Your Grace, That I might be music in the ears of Jesus Sung as the song of Mother Mary. By Joann Nelander
Hide Me, Lord
Hide me, Lord On the mountain Of Your Love. Place me in the cleft Of the Rock. Play for me The music of silence. Shelter me From the storm and noise Of the world. ©2013 Joann Nelander All rights reserved
I’m Doing the Best I Can Do
I say it so often, “I am doing the best I can do.” My heart breaks, For I desire to do all for You, Yet, I am full of myself, And You seem silent. I am still of the earth And aspire to heaven. I am so common, Yet You call me “Beloved”, And “Child … Continue reading
Who is the Poorest of the Poor?
Who is the poorest of the Poor? Is it not the one deprived of womb? Is it not the one gone unnamed? Given a frame But denied rightful claim, Stripped bear of place, No space to grow, Deprived of a proper birth? Is it not the one evicted, Before drawing it’s first breath, Whose beating … Continue reading
A Thousand Trumpets
A thousand trumpets mark Your path. The lips of angels tremble and anticipate As hour fast approaches, For Gabriel’s stormy blast Ushering the Age’s end, When on the clouds You will descend, To come again as way You went . Sun of Justice with Spirit Sword, Your Word to cut between the marrow and the … Continue reading
