ALIVE  AT LAST

Come, Mary, Mother of the Poor.
With Spirit, make our spirits soar,
Transform our flesh to glory be,
So fully human all can see
     At last we are alive.

In Eden’s glory bathe us now
When as the Church we to you bow,
As we who’re clothed in Adam’s flesh
Made new through Baby in a creche
     At last we are alive.

Prepare us for the Promised Land
Where you with Jesus take our hand
To lead us through an open gate
Where all in Christ will for us wait:
     At last we are alive.

We’ll hand-in-hand together go
With two of you our hearts now know,
As drenched are we in rains of joy
With you and Jesus, Beth’lem’s Boy—
     At last we are alive.