T’is ever-fruitful, Mary’s womb,
As in her Son she births the Church,
Where flowers cast by her will bloom,
As Spirit every heart will touch
With gifts and fruits unique to each,
Intended for the common good.
Through Church into the world they reach
With grace shows we are understood.
In grace’s order she is first;
Humility sets her apart,
To quench the everlasting thirst
Her Son shows us is in his heart,
For every one in time is born
And destined for eternity.
Redeemed by Him on Easter morn:
From sin and death, we’re all set free.
We enter in our Father’s house,
As children in the Son we come;
Through womb of Holy Spirit’s spouse
We’re welcomed to our heav’nly home—
Our destiny to live above
With Mother in the Trinity,
Caught up in everlasting love,
Become who we are meant to be.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 