Lord, dip us in your sacred bath
Found in your Mother’s House,
And wash away our sin-caused wrath,
As we become your spouse.
Like Mary, wed us to yourself;
Let us bear your own Son,
For Mary bore our Lord herself
That we may bear same One.
Perfect those natural talents there
From Image in us made;
Let Holy Water wash us where
Our gifts may world invade.
Make East of Eden Garden fair
With rainbow in the sky;
All water there cleans Satan’s lair,
And waters gifts once dry.
Baptismal gifts now all forth shoot;
Their branches earth entwine.
All branches grow from Jesse’s Root
And watered with His wine.
Those branches wind ’round ladder’s rungs
And climb to Jesus’ throne;
There sing the songs by angels sung,
Join earth to heaven’s home.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 