Born for glory
I await heaven.
Born to be a saint,
I await the holy me.
Wasted years
Do not daunt.
Nor scarlet sin
Dim the Father’s demand.
With my “yes”,
I enter Your Heart.
With the point of a lance,
The Perfect pours forth perfection.
His glory,
Becomes my glory.
Blood and Water,
And I am born to Life.
copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com
Call to Prayer
I know we are connected,
As nerve to muscle,
Sinew to bone,
Cell to cell,
Form and function
In call to action.
One holy Body,
Unique and alive,
Spirit pervading,
Each beloved member
All in humble subjugation,
Saintly suffusion,
As wills unite
In sanctified perfusion.
All unknowing, know by faith
The Father loving the Son.
Jesus, You are my prayer.
Held aloft in priestly hands,
You are we
A chorus of hearts,
Raised on the altar of the Cross.
copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
Joann Nelander
lionessblog.com
Light a fire in my lowly heart
That I may love Thee
More and more.
Accept my straw as kindling.
Ignite me as a sacrifice.
To be consumed.
Breathe on me in the furnace
Of your desires
For this child of Your creation.
Blaze to transform
By grace and Thy Holy Spirit,
My base metal into the finest gold.
Enflame my yearning heart
That love may burst forth,
Forevermore.
copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
O crystalline waters of grace,
Pure outpouring of the Trinity,
Vessel of redemption,
Into which has been entrusted
The manifestation of the Son of man,
And Son of God,
Pour into me your holy contemplations
That my soul may behold the Light
That transformed humanity with your “Fiat.”
Restoring paradise to the fallen.
Ground of His Coming in the Flesh,
Visit me
Who am pregnant with Promise,
As I await the flowering
Of the seed of your faith,
Jesus, taking root in me.
O Women, my Mother,
Nurture the Word spoken to my heart,
That Love may again fulfill
The Will that caused Hope
To spring up in the soil
Into which His Cross
Has been planted.
Water me,
Who drinks
From the streams
Of your remembrances,
As I behold in my soul
The Water and the Blood.
Copyright 2014 Joann Nelander
What of tears?
What of feelings of deep emotion?
What of the thoughts that seem to interfere
When one encounters the One to Whom we pray?
Don’t let them get in the way.
What is a poor body to do,
But quake before the awesome Presence?
What better use of tears
But to purify the vessel.
Allow the thoughts to bathe therein,
Outside the city
And realms of sin,
In the arms
Of One Who loves you
Through and through.
O God,
See Your Saints,
And in them
See Your Son.
Behold in their living.
And their dying
The Cross
Covered in Your shekinah glory.
Enfleshed anew,
It is the Holy Spirit,
As in the womb of the Virgin
Who gives to the world
Proof of Your Love.
Your lowly creature, Man
Receives in his very being,
The splendor of Your might,
The eternal evidence
Of Your victory.
Satan and Sin, conquered,
Death defeated,
You dawn,
And the Son arises.
You shine in Your own,
Giving glory to God,
The Bridegroom,
Loving the Bride.
Be Holy! 