Rumors abound: of a sinful father,
Or did she truly give birth without seed?
You thus revealed to us by the water
The truth of this most miraculous deed.
Moving to completion, the Cross in sight,
To make whole the cosmos, death trampled down.
Prepared to endure all lashing and spite
By double-birth for the world to renown.
May we ever recall those whom you chose,
A circle of saints to help show the Way;
Like John decreasing so You may come close,
Or Your Mother, who by the Cross did stay.
Let all darkness and sin in us be slew;
By Your grace, we are ever born anew.
Hoping for Clarity 