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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤
𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧.
𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬—
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝,
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞;
𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥–
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞;
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐥,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐀𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡’𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞,
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧.
𝐁𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝—
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡’𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞;
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧!

𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 “𝙮𝙚𝙨” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝘽𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪–𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧
𝙂𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧
𝙊𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙤’𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙡
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡;
𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙤, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨,
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙙’𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡.

𝘽𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙠—
𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙀𝙙𝙚𝙣’𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚
𝙏𝙤 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚: 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙤𝙝 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚:
𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮,
𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚
𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗,
𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 “𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚”–
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙗.

𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗 𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙣,
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙣
𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚
𝙄𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮’𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨;
𝙄𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧
𝙏𝙤 𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨.

𝘼𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚;
𝙒𝙚’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬.
𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙;
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙬.

𝘼𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙃𝙞𝙢,
𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚;
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢
𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.

𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙤𝙣’𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚,
𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪;
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙚,
𝙒𝙚’𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬.

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙮’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬;
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧:
𝙍𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪.

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐀𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐨,
𝐓𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦’𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐰.

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬
𝐀𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 “𝐲𝐞𝐬” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬;
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞.

One moon-lit night in Galilee
In sleepy village, Nazareth,
A maiden young awaked to see
An angel came on Spirit’s breath.

Was Gabriel from our Father sent
To speak to her His one request
That she give to Him her consent
To let His Son in her womb rest.

She speaks her “Yes” and then occurs
The union that creation saves:
Our nature divinized in her
To save from Adam’s sin and grave.

For union that takes place that night
Will close the gap ‘tween heaven, earth,
And bring to our world heaven’s light,
As in that light comes heaven’s truth.

In her we see our destiny
As Jesus comes to live in us,
From death and sin to set us free
When we with her give Him our trust. 

You show us earth is not a waste
     When Your Son comes to us,
For it was meant to be a space
     Where goodness lives in trust.

Then beauty, goodness were betrayed
     When Adam made his choice
And from earth’s goodness with Eve strayed;
     They heeded Devil’s voice. 

But now our voice through Mary comes,
     And she says “Yes” to You;
With sin not present she becomes
     The first who’s made anew.

She gives her nature to her Son
     Through whom she is redeemed–
The first from human race He won,
     Saved from the Devil’s scheme.

The first to know earth is restored
     By Son who’s of her born,
For of new earth He is the Lord
     And reigns on Christmas morn. 

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. 

O Mary, you have heard God’s Word and kept
It in your heart for all your children born
Of faith in Him—no longer are forlorn
Because of Him—a friend of Lazarus wept;
He raised His friend, who from a grave then stepped,
Anticipation of that Easter morn
When, raised from grave, He would all time adorn
With His new life in your blessed womb had slept.

At your sweet breast you suckled God as Son
Whose perfect nature with your human joined
In hypostatic union, still distinct,
To suffer and to die and rise as one
And take what Satan had from Him purloined
As once again our earth to heaven linked.

What is this fragrance wafts the earth
And makes us think of fruit so sweet
Of that forbidden from our birth–
Yet in our sin that fruit we eat.

Its fragrance from a Lady Fair,
A Mystic Rose that has no sin
And brings to us sweet Eden air,
For in her, Eden’s born again.

We see our destiny in her,
The first of many who’ll be born
With Son whom she in her womb bares,
As by Him for us our sin’s shorn.

She, then, is our own Mother, too,
As we rise from a womb-like grave
And leave in tomb the sin we rue;
From death and sin He all us saves. 

A holy temple He has made
     For Son within to dwell,
A temple made without sin’s shade:
     He’s our Emmanuel. 

Her “yes” for us will welcome Him
     Into our world of sin,
Born pure from her in Bethlehem:
     In Him we’re born again.

For He will give Himself to us
     That He may in us live,
And at His call we in Him trust:
     New life to us He gives.

His human self from her has come
     United with divine,
One Person in Him two become:
     Our water changed to wine.

His Body, Blood, in Eucharist
     Make each of us unique.
Forever in Him we exist:
     Each one with no repeat.

Unique for Him, His Mother is
     A model for each one,
For each through her has been made His:
     Perfected in her Son.