thinking of innocent lives lost
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Isaiah had foretold it
in words of promise sure,
and Mary's arms enfold it--
a gentle maiden pure.
Through God's eternal will
this child to her is given
at midnight calm and still.
This Rose, whose fragrance tender
with sweetness fills the air,
dispels in glorious splendor
the darkness everywhere;
As human, yet true God,
from sin and death now save us
and lightens every load.
BEHOLD A ROSE IS GROWING
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May God make known himself to the families in the wee small hours of loss and loneliness, raw grief and pain. May they be aware of his deep deep Love for them, and for innocent children everywhere.
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