CHRISTUS VINCIT - Christ Victorious

The battle is over,

The victory is won,

Evil is vanquished,

Triumphant God’s Son.

The Suffering Servant,

Impaled not by nails,

But gratuitous love,

On the Cross of travail.

All hail to the Victim,

For crushing the head,

Of the vile, wily Serpent,

And vanquishing death.

Once heirs of old Adam,

Our ransom’s been paid,

We are born of the Spirit,

By grace, we are saved.

Myra D’Souza / 04 July, 2020

MATCHLESS GIFTS

Embraced in morning glory,

Wrapped in lambent light,

The warmth a radiant blessing,

Imbuing with delight.

Dawn rouses up the heavens,

Night must haste away,

It’s time for Lauds, the birds awake.

To worship and to pray.

The sun in all its majesty,

Aflame in crimson bold,

Lightly touches every cloud,

They glow in amber gold.

Flowers in field and garden,

Shimmering with dew,

Lift sleepy little faces,

To praise their Lord anew.

He lavishes His treasures,

And everyone is free,

No earthly prince can hope to match,

The gifts God's given me.

Myra D’Souza / 14 April 2018

THE NAME THAT SAVES

The mighty Word of God upholds creation,

He protects His creatures great and small,

He provides the earth with rain and sunshine,

So grass, grain, and fruit can grow for all.

His the Name, spoken in faith, moves mountains,

At His command, the waves rush to the shore,

He who keeps His gaze upon the sparrow,

Renews the wearied soul with strength once more.

He rides the storm and walks upon the water,

The jeweled stars He strings across the sky,

He designed the Big and Little Dipper,

He designed the Milky Way on high.

From the rising of the sun and to its setting,

Continually is offered in His Name,

The only Sacrifice in all creation,

With power to erase our guilt and shame.

-Myra D’Souza, 15, March 2018

A SONG AT SUNSET

The radiant sun is setting,
It's loath to say goodbye,

Lingering to kiss and leave,

Ablaze an azure sky.

Quickening to  fiery red,
From touch both brash and bold,
The vault is rife with colors,

That range from blush to gold.

The waves caress and whisper,

As they ripple on the beach,

The shell strewn sand's a shimmer,

‘Neath clouds that glow in peach.

Full-throated each bird is singing,
Vespers at close of day,

The wind joins in the chorus,

As Creation renders praise.

Myra D'Souza / 17th May 2011

A SONG OF PRAISE

In this present moment Lord I praise You,
Timeless, holy, living, saving Word,
You reveal the Face of God the Father,
In You His Son, the Father’s voice is heard.

I am Your sheep and You are my Good Shepherd
Leading, guiding, showing me the way,
When the narrow road is hard to follow,
Grant that I may never go astray.

I lean on You when I am weak and weary,
Lord and Master, Author of my plans,
All my hopes I rest on Your strong shoulders,
In You I place my faith and confidence.

Love beckons me and strips away the curtain,
Safe, secure and tranquil is my soul,
Before the Presence in the Sanctuary,
Of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

My God, my Rock, my Strength, my Steady Anchor,
Unchanging is Your Word yet ever new,
My life is built on You my firm foundation,
In rain and storm my Lord I’m safe with You.

Myra D’Souza/26.7.09

HE PAID THE PRICE

I wish I could stand on the rooftop and sing,

Aloud of the love of my Savior and King,

He gives me His Spirit who helps me to pray,

And gently rebukes me when I go astray.

Just like His friends on the road to Emmaus,

He touches my soul and my spirit is roused,

I feast at the table that Jesus has spread,

And recognize God in the breaking of Bread.

He speaks through the pages of His Holy Word,

My soul must be still so He can be heard,

He purchased a Kingdom for me at great price,

My life Jesus ransomed through His sacrifice.

They scourged His dear body, His blood was all spent,

The flesh of my Savior was cruelly rent,

They flailed Him and nailed Him aloft on a tree,

My life He redeemed on Mt. Calvary.

The blood and the water that flowed from His side,

Preserves and sustains the Church, His dear bride,

The Father, the Son and the Spirit unite

To graft me into the Body of Christ.

Myra D’Souza / 4th June 2009