New Life

The breath of God His Image makes from dust—
In His hands guided by His heart of love—
And plants in each a heart that’s meant to trust
His Spirit’s guidance from His throne above.

But trust means we have freedom to decide:
Do we obey this One outside ourselves
Or follow her was made from Adam’s side,
Descend with her on path that leads to hell?

But Father gives us Virgin who is pure—
Whom we can follow with our mother Eve.
The Mother of our Lord provides the cure
For those who with her in her Son believe.

May Mary’s choice become our very own
And new life sprout from dust from which she’s grown.