Our Father’s wisdom here descends
On Holy Spirit’s breath.
His Son begotten will earth mend—
Save us from sin and death.
We eagerly await His birth
By Mary, Joseph led,
To find again our Eden worth:
In Him be raised from dead.
Expectantly our longing hearts
Repent and hope in Him:
From Mary’s womb, our Father’s art
Is seen in Bethlehem.
Come quickly, Lord, that we may be
Of water, Spirit born:
Renewed, adopted, and set free
In you on Christmas morn!
In Advent, Satan’s knees will shake
When he’s reminded he has lost
As we prepare to our thirst slake
With Blood to wash away sin’s dross.
When we prepare for Son to come
We walk in steps of Three are Wise,
And wise ourselves we will become–
See world made new through Baby’s eyes.
He’ll with His Blood and Water wash
The darkness of the world with light
That streams first from a living crèche
To bring creation His new life.
Then all the world will rise with Him
Who will in Bethlehem be born:
Our Paradise made free of sin,
No longer are our hearts forlorn.
Our Lady Guadalupe, Heaven’s Rose,
You bear God’s New Creation in your womb–
Birthed in your Son now Risen from His tomb,
Your womb forever opened, never closed
To us, your children, born with Eden’s woes
Yet saved by God from that first garden’s doom.
Through your eternal “yes” He grants His boon,
For from your womb with Jesus all arose.
With Juan Diego at your feet, we stand
In thanks that in your heart you carry us–
By Spirit, water born in this world’s storm.
With him we hold your roses in our hands,
And in your “yes” we place our heart’s sure trust
As this world’s winter thawed by hearts made warm.
In Advent we of sin take stock,
For soon we’ll see the Lord
And don’t want sin our hearts to block
From mercy’s cleansing sword.
We know our hearts will pruning need
By two-edged sword, His Word,
To open us to Blood He bleeds
In us, a cleansing flood.
From Bethlehem to Calvary
He cleanses us within,
As new-born He now makes us free:
Our life begins again.
We hand-in-hand to glory go
With mended hearts made strong
By Him who’s raised so we can know
With Him we all belong.
Continue, Lord, your story through your Church
This Advent as the dawn of new day breaks,
When you again with your hand our earth touch
To show you never will your world forsake.
In coming, give us your humility
To break our pride that we may you embrace
In Bethlehem, where our hearts long to be
With poor and wise, receive your saving grace.
Bring forth your fruit in plenty for your land—
Too long has starved for Truth in Holy Food.
In us, show forth to all your loving hand
By Spirit who breaks bread on Calvary’s Rood.
In us, continue visitation made
By Father in His Son through Virgin Maid.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 