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.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 