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.

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