At last together they have come—
A sunrise and a waxing moon—
Together they become the sum
Of light that enters darkest gloom.
A Mother and her Son appear—
Her Son His light has always shone—
Gives light to Moon who waxes near;
He lightens her from Father’s throne.
Will both together wise all see
Who come from corners of the earth;
In homage all will bend their knees,
For she the Son of God gave birth.
The angels sing ‘neath brightened sky
Shines for us all on Bethlehem
Where Son and Moon to us draw nigh
To save us all from Adam’s sin.
At every Mass they both will come—
The Virgin Moon her nature gives—
So Son can one of us become
And they in us will always live.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 