Monday, December 8, 2014

"Righteously made"

Planted like seeds, our bodies wait the sound:
The angel’s final trumpet shakes the ground,
And saints who died in Christ with life are crowned.
Alleluia, alleluia.
The human person, made of breath and earth,
Lives for that day: the harvest morning’s mirth,
When bodies rise to share the souls’ rebirth.
Alleluia, alleluia.
But Mary never knew these waiting days.
At this life’s close, in mysteries of grace,
Her soul and body to the heav’ns were raised.
Alleluia, alleluia.
For Christ redeemed her body and her soul.
Righteously made, unseparated whole,
Her first beginnings mastering the goal,
Alleluia, alleluia.
And so the reaper passes those who sow.
Blade, ear and fruit inestimably grow.
The harvest grain-bins fill and overflow.
Alleluia, alleluia.
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Meter: 10.10.10 with alleluia Suggested tune: Sine nomine, or others: