This in anticipation that one day, God would bring forth from her flesh and through her fiat: Our Savior Jesus Christ!
The Virgin - Poem by William Wordsworth: Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied; Woman! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast; Thy Image falls to earth. Yet some, I ween, Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend, As to a visible Power, in which did blend All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee Of mother's love with maiden purity, Of high with low, celestial with terrene! Photo: Mary the Immaculate Conception from our chapel! Comments are closed.
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SISTERS OF REPARATION"Whatsoever you do, do it from the heart, as to the Lord, and not to men: Knowing that you shall receive of the Lord the reward of inheritance. Serve ye the Lord Christ" Colossians 3:23-24. Categories
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