A spotless Rose is blowing
Sprung from a tender root,
Of ancient seers’ foreshowing,
Of Jesse promised fruit;
Its fairest bud unfolds to light
Amid the cold, cold winter
And in the dark midnight.
The Rose which I am singing,
Whereof Isaiah said,
Is from its sweet root springing
In Mary, purest Maid;
For through our God’s great love and might
The blessed babe she bare us
In a cold, cold winter’s night.
With my love and blessings for Christmas and thanks
for all that you bring to my life.
And hugs, obviously xxx
Thank you Kathryn. May your Christmas be blessed for you, yours and all whom you serve. Your blog is an inspiration to me - looking forward to more in the New Year.
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