Moonrise

With every moonrise Mary’s mantle cast
O’er darkness of the earth by Satan brought,
So we rejoice as Mother holds us fast
In midst of night–her light we long have sought.

Our Mother is reflection of her Son
Who brings His light through her to our dark night,
So in our suff’ring we can know He’s won,
Removed forever sin and Satan’s blight.

And when her Son brings dawn again to us,
We welcome light reflected in her heart;
With light from her we learned to her Son trust
As Mother’s love her faith in Him imparts.

Our Queen in moonrise gives her Son on earth
To all with her surrender to new birth.