May we see you with Juan Diego’s eyes
To gratify our sighs
For birth again from past
That we may know our Eden’s East won’t last,
As Adam New comes through the gate to us
To rescue all with you in Jesus trust.
May roses in our hearts from mantle blue
Engraved within by you
Know love in winter’s dead
When by your hand comes spring-time roses red
To warm in Eden’s light through open gate
All those who for Him in this Advent wait.
May we now listen to the words you speak
To all who for Him seek.
In you at last we find
Decanted royal purple, His new wine,
To wash us in Baptism’s stream to soar
With Him in you—for you’re our open door,
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 