Wisdom’s Fruit

My barren waste transformed to fruitful land
By Spirit comes in Jesus’ holy breath:
Become His garden tended by His hand
To grow His fruit beyond our Adam’s death.

His Spirit casts His mantle over me—
Become His green house for the fruit He grows;
Beneath it I remain on bended knee
As fruit becomes His wisdom I can know.

Through me He seeks His wisdom here to share
With those who each will grow His fruit for Him,
As all of us beneath His mantle wear
His life from Mary born in Bethlehem.

His Spirit through His Mother grows His best
As in us He completes His earthly quest.