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In
fear she gave her Fiat, when Gabriel flew to
her side.
"Blessed
are you among women!" her joyful cousin
cried!
To
a waiting world came the Lamb of God,
Jesus,
the Prince of Peace.
The
sword prophesied at the Temple's gate.
The
Child, in wisdom, did teach.
Gethsemane's
rock held His prayers and tears,
While
the pillar's chains held Him down.
His
sinless Body in silent pain, beneath a thorny
crown.
Along
the narrow streets He forged to Golgotha's
lofty plain,
The
rough hewn cross, the symbol of Love,
the
Lamb would soon be slain.
Our
Source of Hope, the Resurrected Christ,
The
chains of death has spurned;
Disciples
watch as He ascends, with His promise to
return.
His
Paraclete, the Comforter true,
descends
in the form of a Dove,
Shielding
them through the lands' domain
'neath
the Mantle of His Love.
His
Mother Mary, with angel guides joins her
triumphant Son,
To
be with Him for evermore, in majesty, two
Hearts as one.
The
Triune God in majesty reigns with Jesus His
Son at His Side.
To
come again to a waiting world where sinful
hearts still abide.
Be
joyful then, while waiting, for He will come
again.
And
at the Angel's trumpet blast, the Prince of
Peace will reign.
As
King of kings and Lord of lords for all
eternity,
We
praise Him thus throughout the earth,
As
our Divine Majesty.
Written
by:
Maureen
P. Foley
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November
13, 1995
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