On that darkened springtime morn,
No trumpet, lute, lyre, or horn,
Announced our savior had been born,
To She through whom Redemption comes.
The labor, quick then was done,
The Mother held her infant son;
Our redemption would soon be won,
Through She by whom Salvation comes.
Foster father, joyous for his gain,
And that of all the world, for pain,
Was soon to end, His wondrous reign,
Dawned when She gave birth unto a son.
Only shepherds, who came from the field,
Came to praise and they beheld,
Our Lord, as he was gently held,
By She through whom Forgiveness comes.
The world lay quietly, unknowing,
But soon the graces would be flowing,
And all in heaven would be bowing,
To Our Lord and She through whom He comes.
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The authors and contributors of Franciscan University News would like to wish you all a most joyful Christmas.
