for New Years

I've no to do list Spirit because whatever You'd ask of me is all I have to accomplish. My date book is full because all my days I've booked with You Father. What would Jesus do I ask you? Spend eternity with Me! All I have I offer Mary. She is the only way to her Christ Child. Whom, is the only Way, to the Father, Jesus. All my achievements all the time Mary gives to the Son. With the Spirit, 3 in 1, hers to offer to God, not holding back, I rest peacefully O Raboni.
How can I rest when Joseph was such a provider; I have a honey do list - the length. The agenda is booked solid with a World in sore need of the Good Physician. St. Joseph, Mary's Most Chaste Spouse: see this sexuality taught in N. America would destroy the Holy Family, the Infant is not wanted, the aged just let go, the poor are not welcome in the Kingdom, we do not seek the lost along the Way. St. Joseph pray to the Lord for us, for our dying Canada. Build again.

In Your Barnyard - Christmas

When; if I were an ox
- and all I have to share
is my food trough, except
for some straw, crude and bare.

My dumb owner; of my stall,
He's no other friend with me,
The rest of his rooms are full:
He sent away a needy couple early.

Now him, wild, invites them in,
Tonight, I've a mule companion,
Mary, her betrothed, a baby Jesus,
New, here I may give my manger.

As she wraps her newborn,
In swaddling, Christ, in stillness,
Lets the ass' and my thoughts, heard.
Hers' a gift, planned to end illness.

For there, we hear of angels,
Tell these shepherds of peace, good news,
Good will, this Lord, Saviour brings,
With lambs, rams, and into my shed, ewes.

Now my shelter would be full.
Donkey says we've no lack of friends.
The family stays for, its, their ritual,
And there's more, it's before my story ends.

Into the stable stroll camels.
Theirs, mandarins with three gifts -
Before the Infant-King, Priest and human sacrifice -
We all bow, low, kneel and with me worships

My Creator, God and true friend
Who accepts mine, with, He's to sacrifice
Heaven and Life, completes my barn,
Completes my lack, thus shall suffice.

With you I've shared my story,
With Mule I shared my hay;
I share my life with this babe of glory,
Jesus will share His with all come His Way.

Mary was humble and lowly.
The Kings bowed and prayed.
Joseph and the shepherds became holy
Like the Babe they worshipped in my stead.

My owner eventually prospered;
Became kind and generous to all,
For by show of care for Jesus:
They are blessed, when you regard my stall.