Culture of Life

Little Flower

A musical response to, and prayer for the end of, the one child policy of China.
(Genesis 1:28-30, 2:7-8; Isaiah 43:1-7; Matthew 18:5)

How can you say there are too many children?
That is like saying there are too many flowers
In the garden of God.

He planted man in paradise.
He breathed in us the breath of life.
Be fertile, fruitful, multiply:
The first command of Eden.

He promised to provide for all our needs.
He reigns over all the earth;
His light shines on every seed.
He cares for every soul, so little flower, grow.
God provides.

For Him there is no life too small.
His hand of love has fashioned all.
He hears you weeping when you call.
He knows you each by name.

He promised to provide for all our needs.
He reigns over all the earth;
His light shines on every seed.
He cares for every soul, so little flower, grow.
God provides.

Through your hands, God provides.
Through your heart, God provides
Through the Body of Christ.

How can you say there are too many children?
That is like saying there are too many flowers
In the garden of God.

Whoever receives one child in my name receives me.

Just One Life

A reflection on the dignity of the human person, and the value of one life.
(Jeremiah 29:11; Luke 1:26-38)

She gave him a child but he said, “I donʼt want you no more.”
He gave her a ride, left her right outside the clinic door.
“Baby, itʼll be over so soon; this is the best thing for you.
You donʼt need one more problem, so let this one die.”

Itʼs just one life. Just one life. Just one life.

He stands on the bridge looking down as the world passes by.
Nobody sees the great river of tears that he cries.
Desperate to end all this pain; donʼt want to feel it again.
Will anyone care if he lives or he dies?

Just one life. Just one life. Just one life.

O and Mary said yes to one life that God gave.
Through this one life then the whole world was saved.
Entrusted with faith, she was able to see
The worth of the life she received.
Truly God has a purpose and plan for each soul,
With hope for the future, for welfare, not woe.
The world didnʼt know Him; they couldnʼt conceive H
ow God in the womb became a human being.

O the gift of just one life.
Maryʼs yes to just one life.
We were saved by just one life.
Will you receive just one life?
The world could be changed through just your life.
Just your life.

You Matter

On the irreplaceable, unrepeatable nature of each soul in the course of eternity A love song from Our Father and Creator
(Genesis 1:1-2:3, John 3:14-17)

When I thought of this world without you,
O heaven began to weep, and the oceans were born.
When I thought of my life without you,
O the darkness was deep, the earth without form.
Before the first day, I conceived you in my heart.
At the sound of your name, I spoke light into the dark.
The moment time began, the world was waiting
For your life to start...

Never before, never again.
The story of your soul, whose life will never end.
An image of God the worldʼs never seen.
You matter to all eternity.

When I thought of heaven without you,
My heart labored in love, and the Son of God was born.
We wanted to share our life with you.
Wrapped in the wings of a dove, soon the veil was torn.
I desired that not even one would be lost,
So I gave my Son as a gift on the cross,
Granting access to the tree of life once again,
So you might live forever in my covenant.

I gaze at your beauty, my creation complete.
Everything about you is so good to me.
I set you apart to be holy and blessed.
Your soul is the sabbath where Iʼve chosen to rest.

Waiting For You

On the gift of chastity. A prayer for future spouse.
(Song of Songs 3:1-5; Psalm37:4-5, 63:7-9;1 Thess 4:3-7; 1 Cor 6:19-20; Eph 5:22-33; Matt 6:33; Luke 12:49)

O when will I meet you?--it could be today.
I want to be holy for you I will pray.
Iʼm writing a love song each day that I wait
Is a note of the melody I sing in faith.
O if you only knew that Iʼm waiting for you.

My longing for you is high as the sky,
As I lie on my bed waiting at night.
Far beyond the horizon of what I can see,
Your soul is the star that Godʼs been preparing for me.

My bodyʼs a gift that is wrapped ʻneath the tree,
The cross where our Lord Jesus died for me.
Only with God when you lay down your life
Will you unwrap the gift on our wedding night.
You alone will touch whatʼs inside
When God shares my heart with you as His bride.

My heart has been taken; itʼs already claimed.
Do you love me enough to take second place?
He alone can fulfill our deepest desire;
We will set the world ablaze with loveʼs pure fire.
Letʼs fall in love with Him on our way to heaven.

My longing for you is high as the sky,
As I lie on my bed waiting at night.
Far beyond the horizon of what I can see,
Your soul is the star that Godʼs is preparing for me.

Make Love With God

On being open to life. Embracing Godʼs plan for the marital union.
A prayer for the end of contraception.
(Genesis 1:27-28; Ps 127:3-5; Malachi 2:14-15; Tobit 8:7; Hebrews 13:4; Genesis 38:8-10; Luke 23:28-29; )

We welcome God into the sanctuary of our room.
Pressed up against your skin, this is where life begins.
I give you every part of me.
You receive the gift of my fertility.

Letʼs make love; letʼs make life.
Letʼs make love with God. Letʼs make love,
And letʼs make life with God.

That we may be truly free, we are open to conceive.
We embrace responsibility.
And when we know itʼs best to wait, then weʼll choose to abstain.
We have learned how our bodies are made.
We will trust in Godʼs design,
And weʼll welcome the child He gives us in His time.

To create a new soul, our love made visible.
We renew our vows again on the altar of our bed.
This is true intimacy.
What a beautiful father and mother we will be.

A Mother's Communion

On the Eucharistic & sacrificial nature of motherhood.
(Luke 22:19-20; Song of Songs 5:1; Isaiah 55:1; Matthew 8:8; John 15:13)

Unexpected invitation, this new life that Iʼve received.
Iʼm afraid but I am willing; you have just changed everything.
You are silent, you are hidden, but look deep within and see:
Body, blood, and soul are present, living fully within me.
I am not worthy to receive this life,
But only say the world, I shall be healed.

This is my body, given up for you.
This is my blood, flowing from my heart into you.
He gave you life, O child within my womb.
We receive the gift of new life.
This is my body, given up for you.

Love will lead to liberation; thereʼs no greater love than this:
To lay down my life, to pay the real price for you, little friend.
Laboring in expectation, suffering to serve a feast.
My breast is bread, my milk is wine, for you to freely come receive.
I am not worthy to receive your life,
But only say the word, I shall be healed.

This is a motherʼs communion.
Sheʼs a chalice for her child.
Sheʼs a living tabernacle for the presence of God.
Each soul fashioned in His image,
On the cross for all He died,
So that not one little child might perish,
But all be born into eternal life.
We receive your life.

Joseph's Prayer Of Adoption

A reflection on the nature of fatherhood, accepting the call to adoption, and our shared identity as adopted children of God through baptism.
(Matthew 1:18-25; Ephesians 1:3-14; Galatians 4:4-7; Romans 8:14-17)

Would you like to hear a story, child? Come sit upon my knee.
This is how your life began, how we became a family.
Within your motherʼs womb another father gave the seed.
But she couldnʼt care for you alone, and God has chosen me.
O the Father woke me from my dreams,
And in my heart a love conceived.
Will you take this child as your own?
Will you give this child a home?
All the love that he deserves I want him to receive,
To know the Fatherʼs love in this family.

So Iʼll set down my hammer now to hold you in my hands.
Do you know how much I love you? O with time youʼll understand
How to build a house of prayer, how to serve your family,
And how to thank our God for giving us the bread we eat.
O the greatest gift I have received,
When God entrusted you to me.

When I took you, child, as my own,
Gave my heart to be your home.
All the love that you deserve I want you to receive,
To share the Fatherʼs love in this family.

You have taught me what it means to become Godʼs family.
He did not leave us orphans, He welcomed us
To be His adopted daughters and sons.

When you took us Lord as your own,
To give every child a home.
Heavenʼs love so undeserved you willed us to receive.
To know the Fatherʼs love,
To reveal the Fatherʼs love,
Joining us as one in this family.

Can You Hear Me?

A song of mourning for all babies who have died through abortion. A prayer of healing for souls suffering from the wound of abortion: “A voice was heard in Ramah, sobbing and loud lamentation, Rachel weeping for her children; and she would not be consoled, because her children were no more.”
(Jeremiah 31:15, & Matthew 2:18).

My child, my child now gone from me,
My heart is like an empty sea.
My womb is like an open grave.
The pain is buried deep away.
O I should weep a thousand years.
The sea could not contain my tears for you.

Mama, can you hear me now?
Iʼm singing with the angels dancing ʻround.
Mama, do not be afraid.
My love for you will never change;
Iʼve always loved you.
And every tear Iʼve seen you weep
Is held by Godʼs ocean of mercy.

Mother Mary is it true?
My child is there in heaven with you?
Will you call my child by name?
And give the love I never gave?
O Mary will you hold my child in your arms?
Mary, will you let me hold my child in your arms?
Mary, will you hold us both in your arms to rest,
To rest in peace.

Psalm 51

A prayer of repentance for all sins committed against life.

Have mercy, O God, in your kindness.
In your compassion blot out my offense.
O wash me more and more from my guilt,
And cleanse me from all my sin.

My offenses truly I know them,
For my sin is always before me.
Against you, you alone, have I sinned,
And done what is evil in your sight.

Create in me a clean heart, O God,
And put a new, and steadfast spirit within me.
Cast me not from your presence,
And take not thy Holy Spirit from me.

Indeed you love truth in the heart,
Then teach me wisdom in my inmost being,
That you may be blameless in your judgment.
I was born a sinner was I conceived.

Give me again the joy and gladness of your help,
That the bones which you have crushed may revive.
Iʼll teach transgressors your ways, and sinners will return.
Lord, open my lips, and my mouth shall sing your praise.

You take no delight in burnt offerings.
Were I to give one, you would refuse.
My sacrifice is a broken spirit.
A humbled, contrite heart you will not spurn.

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Glorious Wounds

Through receiving the Divine Mercy of the Risen Christ, even the wounds inflicted by sin in the culture of death can become vessels of grace to build a culture of life.
(John 20:19-29; Romans 8:28; Revelation 12:10-11; Isaiah 53:5, & Traditional Chaplet of Divine Mercy)

He conquered death when He rose from the grave,
But why do His wounds from the cross still remain?
The king of glory, His scars tell the story of where He has been.
He passed through the doors that were locked within me,
Granting forgiveness and offering peace.
Others had told me; I doubted their story, but now I believe.

Love made His wounds glorious, made His wounds glorious.
I see the nail marks; I put my hands into His side.
Through His wounds made glorious, His mercy pours out to us.
Heʼs not ashamed; His wounds still remain to testify.

My Lord and my God,
He showed me that when He was pierced deep within,
His heart remained open to love and forgiveness.
The holes became holy, the scars sang of mercy
So that we might live.
If God can bring good out of evil and sin,
Heʼll use our wounds if theyʼre given to Him,
Transforming our story from glory to glory as love enters in.

Come make my wounds glorious, make my wounds glorious.
Jesus come into the scars of my sin and fill them with light.
Through my wounds made glorious, you lead me to holiness.
Iʼm not ashamed; my wounds still remain to testify.

The greater the sin, the brighter the light.
When love enters in, His mercy will shine.
Will you let Him come in?
Will you let His love come in?

Heʼll make your wounds glorious, make your wounds glorious.
There is no sin that Christ wonʼt forgive; thatʼs why He died.
Heʼll use your brokenness to lead you to holiness.
Donʼt be ashamed; your wounds still remain to testify.

He made our wounds glorious, made our wounds glorious.
The broken Body of Christ, we offer our lives to heal the whole world.
Through our wounds made glorious, His mercy pours out through us.
When we are raised, our wounds still remain to testify
How Jesus came into our pain and changed our lives.
His wounds healed our lives.

For the sake of His sorrowful passion,
Have mercy on us and on the whole world.

Not A Burden

On the privilege of loving, serving, and sacrificing for each person made in the image and likeness of God, from conception to natural death.
(John 13:3-16; 2 Cor 12:9-10; Matt 18:2-4; Acts 20:35)

You are not a burden, youʼre a blessing to love.
You are not a burden, youʼre a blessing to love.
You are not a burden, youʼre a blessing to love.
Not a burden, a blessing to love.

The gift of your life is worth each sacrifice.
The gift of your life is worth each sacrifice.
The gift of your life is worth each sacrifice.
Every life is worth each sacrifice.

Will you let me wash your feet, serve your deepest needs?
Will you let me wash your feet, serve your deepest needs?
Will you let me wash your feet, serve your deepest needs?
Will you let me serve your deepest needs?

You have helped me learn to see
That love is strong when I am weak,
The beautiful humility of being willing to receive.

Sharing Calvary

On the meaning and value of redemptive suffering. “I beg you to make use of the cross that has become part of each one of you for salvation. I pray for you to have light and spiritual strength in your suffering, that you may not lose courage but may discover for yourselves the meaning of suffering and may be able to relieve others by prayer and sacrifice... Even pain and suffering have meaning and value when they are experienced in close connection with love given and received.” -Blessed John Paul II
(Luke 9:23, 23:32-43; Colossians 1:24; 1 Peter 4:13)

I am sharing calvary
With you
Hanging on crosses beside me.
I suffered for you;
What will you choose do with your pain?

One of the thieves cried out:
“If you are God, then take me down
From this cross, from this suffering spare us!
Will you just stand by today,
Watching my life waste away?
If you came to set us free,
Why has God abandoned me?”

The other thief, he prayed:
“Jesus, I unite my pain with you now,
The only gift I can offer.
My suffering is a consequence,
But you, O Lord, are innocent.
Jesus please remember me
When you come into your kingdom.”

“My child, youʼll be with me in paradise.
Here today, you will see the light.
When you cry, Iʼm here with you.
I make all things new.
Look at me through your tears,
And rainbows will appear.”

As you share your cross with me,
Jesus, I believe this is how we are redeemed.
I see the beauty borne from our pain.

The Saint That Is Just Me

On the universal call to holiness, and the hopeful invitation that God has created each one of us to become a saint according to His will.
(Ephesians 1:18-23, 3:14-21; 4:1-16; 6:10-17; Romans 1:7; Phil 3:14; 2 Cor 11:27; Matt 10:8, 25:1-13; John 19:33)

O I thought Iʼd be heroic and inspiring.
I wanted to offer you the greatest sacrifice.
Like all the saints whoʼd gone before me,
I tried to prove my love for you, and so to gain the prize.
I thought Iʼd be a martyr like Cecilia.
I hoped Iʼd disappear like Saint Therese,
Or wear a hidden crown of thorns like Rose of Lima,
To heal the sick and raise the dead.

When you hung upon the cross looking at me,
You didnʼt die so I would try to be somebody else.
You died so I could be the saint that is just me.

I wanted to be poor and free like Francis,
To cut off my long hair like lovely Clare.
To be faithful like Mother Teresa in the darkness,
Lord, wonʼt you make me just like her?
I tried to kneel for hours in the chapel corner,
To persevere like Paul with all my sleepless nights,
To stay awake and trim my lamp with ten wise virgins,
To really give the devil a good fight.

When you hung upon the cross looking at me,
You didnʼt die so I would try to be somebody else.
You died so I could be the saint that is just me,
Just me, you died just for me.
Just me, just me,] you died just for me.

You saw that I was perfectly imperfect.
O happy fault, the sin of Adamʼs pride.
Thatʼs the reason that you became man,
And bore the new Eve from your wounded side.
If it werenʼt for my sins or wounds or weakness,
Then you wouldnʼt have married me upon the cross.
Why do I fear being seen naked and broken?
Thatʼs why you came; ʻcause I need you that much.

When you hung upon the cross looking at me,
You didnʼt die so I would try to be somebody else.
You died so I could be the saint that is just me.

Reborn

On accepting Godʼs timing for death. A prayer from the perspective of the faithful departed.
(Psalm 139:16; Romans 8:18-25; John 11:25; Rev 8:3-4; Ecclesiastes 3:1-2)

I couldnʼt see the future yet,
How many days until my death,
But you knew.
You knew the end of my story.
Youʼre the author of my life;
In your book was written each moment of time
Till the end of my story.
From my conception,
ʻTill you took me home to heaven.

O the world is a womb
Where I was formed.
And groaning in labor pains
Through death I was reborn.
Thereʼs one life in Jesus
On earth and in heaven.
Death was only the beginning
Of life that will never end.

I could only take with me
The love Iʼd given and received.
You helped me to be ready.
Lord, Iʼm ready.
One day when my hour had come,
When God had seen my work on earth was done,
I joined the saints to rest in heaven.
Now Iʼm praying here for you.
I await the day youʼll join me too.

Death is only the beginning
Of life that will never end.

I Love Lifeland

A happy song about the gift of life

Letʼs take a trip to I Love Lifeland
Sing along with the Danielle Rose Band
Tell your parents and bring your best friends
So make a little beat and clap your hands

Think of things that make life worthwhile
Make everyone in the whole world smile Yeah!

Skipping on sidewalks and smiling at strangers
Playing forts made out of blankets
Bandaids that come served with kisses
Breezes that smell like baked cookies

Swirling and twirling in a field of daisies
Winning a thumb war in matching socks
Sending guardian angel hugs
Thunderstorms and heart-shaped rocks
Horses neighing and grannies praying
Watermelons are the size of blue whales
Daily Mass is the catʼs pajamas
Sitting around and... wait what are we doing again?

Baking cookies with St Martha
Nilla wafers are eaten from a big bowl
Going fishing with Jonah
Everyone has the power to sing soul
Swimming with St John the Baptist
I wish I had me a million crayons
Hide and seek with St Nicholas
O wait I do, ʻcause itʼs I Love Lifeland

Think of things that make life worthwhile
Make everyone in the whole world smile Yeah!

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