Joyful Virgin dressed in brown
Riding into that little town
Your husband looks for a place to stay
Your Baby is coming any day
His coming will bring great delight
His presence a much desired sight
Choirs of angels sing the good news
One of whom got the yes from you
Making the shepherds run and see
Wise men come on bended knee
For a little Babe both God and King
On a day when every bell will ring.
Sorrowful Mother clothed in black
Did you wish you could take it back?
Take down the Body all bloody and torn
Take away the scourging, the insults, the thorn
Make others love Him for Who He is
Anything else would be better than this
But this is all part of the Father’s plan
To prove His love for every Man
You alone know how much He suffers
Yet you will see to His burial proper
All who see you can’t help but cry
For they see the pain of watching Him die.
Oh glorious Queen robed in white!
Go meet your Son wreathed in light!
The angels rejoice for He has risen
And thank Him for the queen He has given
To a world fallen to dark powers;
May you be always crowned with flowers
As a sign of great honor and our love
While your Son crowns you with stars from above
And gives you a seat at His side,
So like the morning star, a guide
Like the rosy dawn that announces the sun,
You point to your Son, the Almighty One
Oh luminous Teacher clad in grey,
Teach your little ones how to pray!
Teach us how to bring great joy
To Him who once was your little boy
Help us to focus upon His words
Infused with Fire, the Spirit Bird
Guide us into His gentle light
Help us be brave to stand and fight
For His sacraments and holy ways
Keep us strong till the end of days
So that we may meet you all as friends
Protect us, Lady, till the very end.
By Aurora Mandeville