Sin's Refugee

"But standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing near, he said to his mother, "Woman, behold, your son!" Then he said to the disciple, "Behold, your mother!" And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home." 1

Refuge of Sinners

The sinner, with hands crimson red,
Still reeling from the slake of sin,
Knows judgement is due on his head:
His guilt a burning stake within.

He fears the Father's dread right hand
Will surely strike this rebel knave,
Who disobeyed His Son's command,
And seems he's headed for the grave.

With deep remorse, he turns to flee,
But finds his Mother in the way.
Her loving eyes meet his gently:
She loves the sinner anyway!

He seeks refuge in Her warm heart;
His heart is stilled in Her embrace.
This sin which ripped my soul apart,
Draws on itself a flood of grace

She shelters me from Father's hand,
And opens floodgates of mercy.
Without a judgement or demand,
She's refuge for the refugee!

Father will surely take me back,
When I return in Mother's arm.
He'll cast my sins behind His back
And draw healing on what was harm!

She'll shelter you whene'er you stray --
You'll find your Mother in the way!

(c) Paul Buis, 2000
image (c) Tricia Of The Sacred Wounds Of Jesus, 2001

1. John 19:25-27