Mary’s Song [Out of Print]

Worldwide winter once enwrapped our slumbering earth, nurturing through the centuries the ideal of our God-like worth. As the vision ripened, the pure in heart caught sight. Father, help us sing what Mary

sang as she saw the light. Christmas seed inside of me, spring into Christliness. Sacred song alive in me, sing out my happiness. Listen to the angel voice, Hail, the Lord is with thee! It’s no wonder I rejoice;

great things are done to me! Seedling spring at last is greening crusty earth, waking heart by heart the wonder of our God-like worth. Now that hope is sprouting, more will claim their right; Father, show us all

what Mary saw as she saw the light. Christmas seed inside of me, spring into Christliness. Sacred song alive in me, sing out my happiness. Listen to the angel voice, Hail, the Lord is with thee! It’s no wonder

I rejoice; great things are done to me! Storms may seem to plunder hope of peace on earth, daring, doubting, damning the grandeur of our God-like worth. Still the vision quickens; purity is might. Father,

make us strong with Mary’s song as we see the light. Christmas seed inside of me, spring into Christliness. Sacred song alive in me, sing out my happiness. O spirit of Christmas, awaken me new, Nothing is

impossible for God to do. Nothing.