Friday, November 16, 2018


Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As seers of old have sung
It came a blossom bright,
Amid the cold of winter
When half spent was the night.

Isaiah t'was foretold it, 
The Rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it, 
The Virgin Mother kind.
To show God's love aright, 
She bore to us a Savior,
When half spent was the night

Blessed sweet be the maiden
A Rose amid the thorns
Upon her child be laiden
The earth, its tears and scorns
And bring to all a light
The babe's breath pierced the darkness
When half spent was the night

Gabr'el the Rose had lifted
Her name among the fair
Brang he news God had gifted
A holy son to bear
Wondered then on this sight
Of heaven's hand delivered
When half spent was the night

I wrote two extra verses to this beautiful song. I love the reverence gives to the mother, Mary. I tried to emulate thast same reverence in the last two verses.


Though your faces is one reviled With pustules all that ooze Do not fear my little troll child Your mother still loves you. Your teeth ...