Come to Me

Come to me, all you who labor.

Lay your burdens down, down upon my shoulders.

Learn from me, my Heart is meek and humble.

I will give you rest, rest for your souls.

 Come to me, my child,

Come and rest awhile,

beneath the Cross that reconciled heaven and earth.

Behold the Door of Faith.

 I have prepared a place for you,

In my Heart, a space for you,

I will give my grace to you, as living waters flow unto eternal life.

 So let go of your fears,

Even though there may be tears,

I am the Life, the Truth, I am the Way.

 Know that God is love,

I will lift you up above

all the heavy burdens that you bear…we will share the Father’s joy.

 Come to me, all you who labor.

Lay your burdens down, down upon my shoulders.

Learn from me, my Heart is meek and humble.

I will give you rest, rest for your souls.


The Dream of Joseph

 I was born of the house of David,

like my fathers before me.

God-fearing men in an unbroken line;

a race of royalty.

 But in this world I wear no crown,

I have no riches, no royal renown.

All that I have, from heaven God sent down.


A spotless Virgin was betrothed to me,

her name was Mary. (Ave Maria…)

With my own hands I would build us a home

for our Holy Family.

 But then came the news that was not in my plans

How can this be when she knows not a man?

O God, give me strength to do what Love demands.

 I have to leave her without placing blame,

to swallow my pride and spare her the shame.

afraid to know the Truth which has a Face and a Name.

 O God, let me sleep!

I’m falling down a dream

and I don’t know which way that I should turn…

O Hark! The Herald Angel sings…

Be not afraid, of this Child to be born!

Gift of the Giver of Life!

The just and righteous man gives his life to love

the Child of his Wife.

 The angel spoke to me in words so pure and true:

O man, be not afraid!

To be a father is to be like unto God,

Who loves the things He has made.

 From highest heaven to lowest earth,

God has come down to dwell.

His Real Presence is the gift the Father gives –

He is Emmanuel.

 So if you hear the news of fruit inside her womb,

Know this child’s a gift to you of beauty and not doom

Every precious life we fathers must defend

To win the crown of life waiting at the end.

Rich in Mercy

 Have you ever left your home and your family behind?

To follow sirens wailing, of women and of wine?

Have you ever lost your spirit, your body and your mind?

Searching for your precious pearls you scattered before swine?


Your father blessed you with a share of his wealth

A rich inheritance given in good health

He gave his life for you, he toiled and he saved

But you sold your soul to sin and made yourself its slave


Prodigal, prodigal…


Did you think that fame and fortune would make you truly free?

Although your cup is full, your heart remains empty

Do you find yourself weighed down by the heavy chains of greed?

When fortune turns to famine, “I want” becomes “I need”


Back at home your father waits to hear your call

But you never bother to think of him at all

Your talents squandered, your life has gone to waste

When red lights lose their luster, and salt has lost its taste…


Prodigal, prodigal…


Why not pick yourself up and walk on home again?

To tell your father, “I know that I have sinned.

I fled into the world carrying your name.

But now I’ve brought it back to you with nothing more than shame.”


Pick yourself up and go on home, you will always be his own…


They call me Prodigal, the Prodigal Son

But the truth is that it’s you who are the Prodigal One

You lavish me with mercy and you grant me life anew

My heart was restless ‘till it found its rest in you


I thought you were rich because of money

But you are rich in mercy

When I had died, you gave me life again

You should call me servant, but you call me friend.


Have you seen your father run to you while still a long way off?

And seen his heart rejoicing for the son he thought was lost?

He clothes you in his sandals, his robe and his ring

Despite his throne of justice, he treats you like a king


Merciful, merciful…


Have you ever felt forgiveness in the Father’s warm embrace?

Where mercy conquers justice and sin succumbs to grace?

Have you known Divine Mercy and felt its healing rays?

Streaming from the Heart of One who wears the Father’s face?

 O Father, O Son…



The Same Body


The same Body which hung upon the Cross,

We adore on the altar now.

The same Blood which poured out of His pierced side

is contained within this sacred cup.


Jesus loved without reserve.

He gave completely of Himself.


The same Body which rose up from the dead,

the same Blood which flows through His Heart,

are truly present in this Blessed Sacrament.

The sacrifice that gives You perfect praise.


We are not worthy that You should enter under our roof,

but say the word and our souls shall be healed.


We are one body, one body now in Christ,

and we share in His divine life.

May we too give each other of ourselves,

without measure, and holding nothing back.


We believe, we have come to know –

That God is love; our Faith we do profess.

How can we doubt, when such a Gracious Host

humbles himself to be our Daily Guest?


I remember the night You were betrayed

You raised your eyes to heaven, from Your Heart You prayed

That all may be one, as You are God are one

In the unity of charity, in one communion


The Flesh and Blood you took, You offered up again

To open up the Door of Faith, to let us enter in

O, what a priceless gift, how we’re so richly blessed

That God is both our Gracious Host and our Daily Guest…



The Door of Faith


On a Sunday morning, they found the empty tomb

Then they ran back to the upper room.

I was not there; I was locked out

Left to dwell alone in doubt.


But I want to know if He is alive

To see His face and hear His voice again

If only once more His hand to hold

The life we had shared more precious than gold


My brothers told me, they told me who they saw

But my doubt became my law:

I won’t believe if I can’t see

The signs He suffered death for me


I said: “Unless I touch His pierced side,

and see His scars with my own eyes,

There can be no relief, but only pain and grief.

All I know is that He died.”


Then another week had passed,

I flew my faith at half-mast.

Trapped inside myself, the doors were locked again

But He made a way, a way to enter in.


He said: “Place your hand into My side,

and see My scars with your own eyes.

Like a falling leaf, let go of unbelief,

the Door of Faith is open wide.


“Place your hand into My side,

and see My scars with your own eyes.

This Love you cannot kill, my Heart is beating still,

the Door of Faith is open wide.”


I remember those dark days when I thought that all was lost.

All my hopes and dreams had been nailed upon the Cross.

Oh, but He showed me His hands and side, I felt his warm breath.

I’ve seen the light of life, I’ve known the death of death.


Blessed are you who have not seen the Lord

Or touched his Sacred Heart pierced by the soldier’s sword,

For love is the eye, to love is to see,

To open this door, faith is the key.


So place your fears into His side,

where true charity abides

Close the door of doubt, He is the way out,

the Door of Faith is open wide…


My Lord and My God!


Our Father


My Father taught me how to pray

And so I praise Him every day

The same Father we all share

Says “Cast upon Me all your cares”

The Lord himself taught us to pray

At His command we dare to say:


 Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.


Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

deliver us from evil,

and grant us your peace.


For the kingdom, the power, and the glory,

Are Yours now and forever. 




Ave Maria


Ave Maria, gratia plena,

Dominus tecum.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus.


Ave Maria, O let us pray, Ave Maria


Et benedictus fructus ventris tui…

Fructus ventris tui Jesus!


Ave Maria, O let us pray, Ave Maria


Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,

Ora pro nobis peccatoribus…

Nunc et in hora mortis nostrae


Sancta Maria, Mater Dei…

Ave Maria, gratia plena…

Glory Be


As I was walking along the shore,

The Mystery was on my mind.

How can He be both one and three?

No explanation could I find.


And then I saw a child playing by the sea,

A scallop shell was in his hand.

He carried water from the ocean to the shore,

To fill a small space in the sand.


I said to him, “O child, your efforts are in vain!

That shallow space can’t hold the deep sea!”

He said to me, “O man, and what of your brain?

It can’t contain the Trinity!”


Glory be to the Father, Glory be to the Son,

Glory be to the Spirit of the Holy One,

As it was in the beginning, and as it now,

And as it ever shall be when every knee shall bow,

and every tongue confess thy Holy Name.


“But if you ask it shall be given to you.

If you seek, you shall find.

If you knock the door will open to you,

for God is merciful and kind.”


Glory be to the Father, Glory be to the Son,

Glory be to the Spirit of the Holy One,

As it was in the beginning, and as it is now,

And as it ever shall be when every knee shall bow,

and every tongue confess thy Holy Name.


World without end, Amen, Amen…



On wings of the dawn, an angel took flight.

He carried a message of living light.

Be not afraid. I am sent by the One.

You have been chosen to bear a Son.


But how can this be? I know not man.

But all things are possible in God’s plan.


By the Holy Spirit you shall conceive.

This is the will of God. You must believe.

I am his handmaid, let it be done.

He has shown mercy to everyone.


The Word has come to dwell among us.

He will save his people, call him Jesus.


Sleeping in a shadow of a cross.

This child was born to save that which was lost.


Mary said “Yes” to all that God willed.

She even stood fast on Calvary’s hill.

Pray for us, sweet Virgin Mary.

Help us to bear the crosses we carry.


Let my soul magnify Him, let my spirit rejoice!

My heart cannot be still at the sound of His voice!


If my Heart could be heard,

there’d be no need for words.

If only you knew how much I love you…I love you.   


Burning Furnace of Charity


Look upon my heart, a heart so weak and prideful,

It never seems to love you like it should.

Its love is growing cold, unfeeling and unmindful

of the Cross you bore to make it good.


How can I be saved? This heart of flesh is hardening,

It’s petrified into a heart of stone.

O Burning Sacred Heart, O Heart so meek and humble,

Grant to me a heart just like your own.


O Burning Furnace of Charity,

Consume my flaws within your flames.

O Heart filled with love and sincerity,

Your Precious Blood runs through my veins.


I confess to You, O God of earth and altar,

that I have sinned through my own grievous fault,

in my thoughts and words, in what I’ve done and failed to do,

So many times that I have missed the mark.


My love’s a dying flame of ashes and embers,

It’s sure to fade away without a spark.

O Holy Wind of God, fan these flickers into flames,

And light the way out of this painful dark.



O Burning Furnace of Charity,

Consume my flaws within your flames.

O Fire of His Divine Mercy,

You burn away my guilt and shame.


In 2002, in a park known as Downsview,

A Blessed Man in white he spoke to me.

He cut right to my heart, tears were streaming down my face,

as he spoke the Truth I longed to hear.


We are not the sum,

the sum of our failures,

or the sum of human weaknesses.


We are the sum

of the Father’s love for us

blazing in the Heart of His Son.

XIV (from Via Crucis)

Wrapped in a shroud of silence
your sacred Body without breath
Swallowed by the stillness
Our Lord was put to death

Where else can I go?
You had the words of everlasting life
But now You dwell in darkness
And all I have is tears

My yoke is easy and My burden is light
Suffering is joy when your heart is filled with love
I walked this way with your sins upon my back
My yoke is easy and my burden is light

Unless the grain of wheat falls to earth and dies
It remains just a grain of wheat
Take up your cross and follow after Me
I am the Life that death cannot defeat

Adoro Te Devote (from Up the Irons EP)

Words attributed to St. Thomas Aquinas
Translation by Gerard Manley Hopkins, SJ
Additional Words by Paolo Tiseo

Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.

On the cross Thy only Son was crucified
See the blood and water poured out of His side
Sacrament Most Holy, Sacrament Divine
Bread of Life You offered up for all mankind

Adóro te devóte, látens Déitas,
Quæ sub his figúris vere látitas,
Tíbi se cor méum tótum súbjicit,
Quia Te contémplans tótum déficit.

I adore You, Most Holy Trinity
Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity
I adore this Presence that is Truly Real
At the sign of mercy, even angels kneel

I want to see Your Face, and contemplate the Mystery of Light!

Now the time has come to recognize the Truth
I have heard Thy Word, I seek no further proof
Thou, the Living Bread down from heaven come
Of my whole existence, You are the Source and Sum

Adoro Te Devote…

Jesu, whom I look at shrouded here below,
I beseech thee send me what I thirst for so,
Some day to gaze on thee face to face in light
And be blest for ever with thy glory’s sight.

Adoro Te Devote…

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