Ave Maria,
Blessed among all,
Our scattered and broken race,
Caressed – in swaddling clothes
Smelling of ox and hay –
The Child whom prophets
And stars foretold
And angels and saints proclaimed.
In her arms, the King of Stars
Before her crown of twelve,
Before the ministry of her Son
Before the torture and mar –
She sang, prayed, pondered and held
Ever-loving, trusting in Him,
With His Joy, Peace,
Truth and Grace;
Love Himself was in her heart.
Love, the Child, Our Savior,
The Prince of Peace and Hope;
Whose warmth would melt hearts
Of ice and sin
And still, He enters in.
She gazed upon Him:
Love, her Son,
He who would save her soul –
And those of the rest of the world.
Blessed among all,
Our scattered and broken race,
Caressed – in swaddling clothes
Smelling of ox and hay –
The Child whom prophets
And stars foretold
And angels and saints proclaimed.
In her arms, the King of Stars
Before her crown of twelve,
Before the ministry of her Son
Before the torture and mar –
She sang, prayed, pondered and held
Ever-loving, trusting in Him,
With His Joy, Peace,
Truth and Grace;
Love Himself was in her heart.
Love, the Child, Our Savior,
The Prince of Peace and Hope;
Whose warmth would melt hearts
Of ice and sin
And still, He enters in.
She gazed upon Him:
Love, her Son,
He who would save her soul –
And those of the rest of the world.