Mary Sullivan

Here comes our God,
He comes with vindication,
He comes forth to save us all,
To grant us all salvation.

We will see in all His majesty,
The splendor of the Lord,
The Lord who is Almighty,
The Lord we have adored.

Parched lives will give birth to joy,
When hearts can but make room,
For our Lord to enter.
Then barren lives will bloom.

May loved ones’ lives prepare to bloom,
Bloom with many flowers.
May those we love, grow in faith.
At this decisive hour.

May feeble hands be made strong.
Firm be made the knees, now weak,
May it be Your heart, our loved ones look to,
Your will, our loved ones seek.

Eyes once blinded by grave errors,
By the dark stain of sin,
May they now see the truth,
Through truth, Your victory win.

Sin owns not the final word—
Nor is it the last story.
May wounded hearts, once slain by sin,
Be healed for Your glory.  Amen +

Not everyone who cries: “Lord, Lord”
will Heaven’s Kingdom enter,
Like Judas, we can kiss the Lord,
And still be Christ’s dissenter.

To make our way to heaven,
We must listen and be still.
So, we can hear the Father’s voice
And do the Father’s will.

To do the Father’s will,
We must hear, and must take stock,
Of the words Christ spoke to us,
Build homes on solid rock.

The rains may fall, floods may come,
This may be true, perhaps.
But if our homes, are built on rock,
Then they will not collapse.

But if we fail, to act upon,
The words of Christ firsthand,
Then we will be, like the fool,
Who built his house upon the sand.

The rains will fall, the floods will come
And over time elapsed,
The house built, upon the sand,
Will come to ruin, and collapse.

Lord, we so need Your grace,
To hike Your holy path uphill.
To listen to Your voice,
To do the Father’s will.

Grant this grace to loved ones.
May they too listen to Your voice,
May the Father’s loving will,
Be their first, and only choice.

When life’s rains and life’s floods,
Leave our minds in shock.
May we all be like the man,
Who built his home on solid rock.  (Based on Matt. 7:21; 24-27)

Jesus was out walking by the sea, the sea of Galilee.
He went up a mountain.  Him, great crowds came up to see.
They brought the lame.  They brought the blind.  And they brought the mute.
They brought those who were deformed, of this there’s no refute.

The crowds then did a humble thing, with hope, and no defeat.
They placed the souls who suffered, at Christ’s holy feet.
All became amazed when they saw the blind could see,
The deformed were made whole.  Now could this really be?

The lame walked.  The mute began to speak,
This was all done by Jesus, who was so mild and so meek,
When great crowds laid the suffering, at our Lord’s blessed feet.

Now Jesus didn’t want to send the hungry crowds away,
Or all the souls whom He had healed on that miraculous day,
Christ told the crowd, upon the ground, they should take a seat.
For three long days they’d been there, now had nothing to eat.

He cared that on their way home, from hunger they’d collapse.
So many days had passed. So much time elapsed.
The disciples asked a question: and asked it out aloud:
“Where could we ever get enough bread to feed such a crowd?”

Christ’s heart was touched, the truth is that His heart was moved with pity.
This deserted place had no food; and with food, no close-by city.
Christ asked His disciples: How many loaves have you?
They said that they had seven loaves, and just a few fish too.

He took the loaves and fishes, and then with hope He spoke
Words of thanks to the Father, and the bread He broke.
He gave to the disciples, the loaves, and the fish.
The disciples gave them to the crowd, satisfied, for food, their wish.

The disciples gathered fragments, a gift straight up from heaven.
Baskets left of fragments; they numbered up to seven.
Jesus, we come before You, our Lord, so merciful and meek.
We give to You our loved ones; humbly place them at your feet.

As you healed those in the crowd so very long ago.
We pray that on our loved ones, healing You might bestow.
Heal our loved ones of the wounds, over which they weep.
Only You can heal them Jesus, from wounds which go so deep.

Wounded they are blind, and deaf to Your ways.
Wounds have made it hard to follow You, for all their lifelong days.
It’s crippled them from righteous walking, made it tough to be converted.
They’re lacking food from heaven, like a barren land deserted.

Jesus, we give thanks, as You did, before You broke the bread.
We beg You to raise our loved ones’ souls, to life from the dead.
Have mercy on us, Jesus, so great has been the fall.
We beg You, Christ, have mercy.  Have mercy on us all.

(Based on Matt. 15:29-37)

From Jesse’s stump, a root shall sprout.
This was our promise.  With no doubt,
A bud shall blossom from these roots.
A bud that was to bear much fruit.

Upon Him shall rest, the Lord’s Spirit.
Let all believe.  May all now hear it!
A spirit of council, a spirit strong,
a spirit we worship, now in song.

He would to us wisdom bring,
He would understand all things.
He would lead in perseverance.
He would judge, not by appearance.

May loved ones flee all who deceive.
May their hearts at last believe.
Christ born, the victory to win.
Christ came to save us from our sins.

For our loved ones, may justice flourish,
Fullness of peace be now cherished,
Lord, grant our loved ones a clear sight.
Come now, Lord Jesus.  Set all things right.

(Based on Is. 11:1-10)