O Lord my God, who ever guided me,
Anoint my eyes that I might clearly see.
What is this horrid news which I have heard?
Then has another man made love to her?
For I would disbelieve it if I could,
For she seemed always godly, sure, and good.
And yet the child in her makes it clear,
That she has never really held me dear.
Was all her love and purity a show?
O Holy Father, only You would know.
I look to you for guidance in my mind;
What must I do with her who once was mine?
Perhaps — for her — I never was enough.
I could not make her happy, or feel loved.
So was I always insufficient then,
That to avoid me she would turn to sin?
Yet somehow, I yet love her through it all,
And would not wish to see, or cause, her fall.
If thus without me she is better pleased,
It is enough! I am content to leave.
I only pray her other lover will,
Bring her the joy that I could not instill.
So I forgive her as I set her free
God, surely this is what you’d have of me.
“Fear not, Joseph, for that babe is me.
And you who called me “Father” soon will be,
My earthly father. Rise, and take your bride!
And name the child Jesus. He will be the Christ.”
Ascendent Lord almighty,
Now raptured in the sky,
We do not follow lightly,
But are prepared to die,
As witnesses turned martyrs,
To farthest ends of earth,
Your promise to our fathers,
In Christ a finished work.
Come strip away our passion,
For all these lesser things.
Our hearts and minds refashion,
In passion for our King.
Baptize us with Your Spirit,
Your holy Word impart,
Open our ears to hear it,
And sanctify our hearts.
Let us now view You rightly,
And see our sinful state,
Ascendent Lord almighty,
We on Your pleasure wait.
The ministry of love and truth are joined,
So love no lie, or love will be purloined.
And this is love: to walk in God’s commands,
All other laws are hatred and are damned.
For Jesus Christ is God-head from His birth,
And physically incarnate came to earth.
Thus anyone who would this truth deny,
Is not progressive but an anti-Christ.
Do not receive a man who teaches this,
That you not join the error that is his.
He is no brother in our holy faith,
So do not wish him well whose love is fake.
To love him, contradict the lie he tells,
Don’t pat his back while he walks straight to hell.
But those who preach the truth of Jesus Christ,
Should be received as brothers in the fight.
Affirm them, too, in all the truth they speak,
Providing for them well in all their need,
In openness to host your fellow heirs,
With gold, and food, and often offered prayer.
The only way to love is loving truth,
Be that in affirmation or rebuke.