BE IN CONSTANT PRAYER

Patience, child, the time has not yet arrived.

I'm with you regardless of what satan's contrived.

The time has not yet come to leave this world

Even though you're tired of being hurled

here, there, and everywhere.

Be in constant prayer and know I care.

I will never leave you nor forsake you.

You are in my Heart for ever and ever.

Remember that I make all things new

My heart from you will never ever sever.

Come to Me for there are Blessings to share;

Be in constant prayer and know I care.

Come to Me, child, in prayer often

It's the key by which my Heart will soften.

You, Precious, are the apple of my eye

My Love for you is higher than the sky.

I love you, yes you - like no other

After all, you're my mother, sister and brother.

I want to give you Graces, child so fair,

Be in constant prayer and know I care.



© Mel Patterson, 8-27-09

EARLY MORNING RISING

Why this early morning rising? Why this sleepless night?
Could it be a chastising or a lesson with new insight?
How shall I read this moment at hand right here, right now?
Shall I delve deep within my soul or forget myself somehow?

A soft whisper within my heart I hear, a hint of your will
To pray for a someone whose heart only your love can fill.
Someone is crying out in his own wilderness, his pain;
Let this simple prayer be for him a blessing, a gain.

Bless this brother with what he truly needs
Plant within his heart plentiful seeds
That nourishment, water, and sun will sow
his soul to peaceful pallor and grow.

Inspire him to be a blessing to others
That he will pray for his sisters and brothers
As ripples in a stream that widen to river and sea
Spreading over an expanse into eternity
Enveloping everyone, even me.
Lord, God, we Thank and Praise Thee.


Why this early morning rising, this sleepless night?
Lord, thank you for the blessing of insight
of your calling me to stay and pray
so early this day.
Thanks and Praise to Thee.


© Mel Patterson, 7-21-09

HER SWEET VOICE

In contemplating the Mother of our Lord
Meditating upon her as Mother of the Word
I hear her sweet, soft, tender voice
And I feel my soul in gratitude rejoice.

What does she say to one such as me;
To ponder such, how the possibility?
She would say, "Child, follow my Son.
By His Blood your soul He has won."

Her voice is sweet, soft and tender
To her, reverence and love we render
We pray her Holy Rosary alone and together
And plead her graces in all kinds of weather.

Speak, Mother, your children are listening
Your holy purity and radiance are glistening;
Our souls are alit with the fire of love
As you show us the way to heav'n above
To Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Teaching us never to fear it
But to everlastingly endear it.

We hear your sweet and tender voice
And our souls within us gladly rejoice.

© Mel Patterson, 7-1-09

" ASCENDING into GLORY! "

O Lord, you deserved to ascend to the Glory of the Father
Far beyond the Passion and death with which you had to bother
For our sakes, the sheep of your pasture aimlessly wandering
So taken up with earthly treasures wantonly squandering.

For forty days after your Resurrection you walked the earth
Your Ascension foreshadows our soul and glorified body's rebirth.
To you, O Lord, be all glory, praise, adoration and laud
Hopefully and faithfully we await your coming on a cloud.

After the resurrection of the dead, final judgment to come
Many are being called, yet sadly, answer only some.
When all is done, you take your sheep
to the best, heavenly rest,
while others go to the deep
Where pit fires burn and no one can sleep.

In Heaven all the angels and saints adore you
We will be with them praising and worshipping, too.
Choirs of angels will sweetly be singing
Our hearts on our sleeves we'll be bringing
To your heart ours will be clinging
Joyous bells will be ringing.


O Lord, you deserved to ascend to Glory
Your life told the most beautiful story
of Love unequivocal and Blessed
You O Lord are our Saving Guest.


© Mel Patterson, 5-19-09

YOUR NAIL-SCARRED HAND

Your nail-scarred hand I see before me as you gently approach
And I take your hand and bring it softly to my cheek
Then lovingly and compassionately kiss the wound,
The wound you suffered for love of sinners such as me.

O Lord, for love of us you bore the ultimate in sufferings and death.
You became sin, horrid and putrid, as you bared your spirit and soul,
As you bore humiliation which truly was ours to bear.

God, in Jesus, through Jesus, magnanimous love profound
We attune our ears to choirs and lyres of heavenly sound
Eternity of bliss promised as paths are made straight
Come soon, O Lord our God, we can barely wait.


© Mel Patterson, 5-17-09

HEAVENLY DANCE

My penitent heart was heavy praying in Church
I knelt sorrowfully until completing my search
for You, Lord,
were coming t'ward me in robe of rose
Gently lifting me up to a blessed and sweet repose.

The gift of Your Divine Presence, how can it be?
I can still see Your coming, Lord, walking towards me
Cupping my elbows with Your tender and loving hands.

You invite me to follow You ~ if I would perchance?
Satan swiftly flees at Your firm commands
And I'm free to waltz with You
in the Heavenly dance.

This is the place I never want to leave;
My soul to Yours will forever cleave.
Invite me again ~ if You would perchance?
That I may join You once more
in the Heavenly dance.

© Mel Patterson, 4-24-09

" PURSUED "

In the depth of my sin, I hear You;
When I run, You steadily follow.
You see all that I wrongly do,
And watch as in mire I wallow.

The mountainous terrains are rough;
The dark nights blind my sight.
The cavernous valleys are tough;
Why do I put up such a fight?

You tap on the door of my mind,
Touch the hardness of my heart,
My mud caked soul you unbind
Washing it, salvation to impart.

Why so relentless Your pursuance
Of my soul small as a grain of sand?
Why lift me to You with the assurance
All I need do is take your Hand?

Your Precious Blood bathes my soul
You cleanse the depth of my being
You show me the Prize, the Utmost Goal
The scales fall away and I am seeing.

Your boundless Love surrounds me
I begin to see the reason I'm here
With peace and joy you crown me
You've wiped away my every tear.

© Mel Patterson, April 2, 2009