EDITOR'S NOTE: Today is the Memorial of the Most Holy Name of Mary! Here is utterly lovely music and poetic words in honor of Mary under her title, The Immaculate Conception, referring to her sinless conception.
Please listen to the accompanying music while you read the poem. Both were written and composed by nonsumdignus.
Immaculata,
from whom the Savior had His birth.It could not have been of any other.But only you of blessed worth,known to the angels, but not on earth.O sweetest mother and precious Child,the angels sang your lullaby,announced to poor ones the coming King,and his dear mother the unknown queen.Refrain:
Mary, sweet Mother,
your worth is not measured in crowns or thrones.
What once was hidden gladly we make known.
You loved God completely. He made you His own.
You trusted your Maker, gave all into His hands,
including that babe in swaddling bands.
your worth is not measured in crowns or thrones.
What once was hidden gladly we make known.
You loved God completely. He made you His own.
You trusted your Maker, gave all into His hands,
including that babe in swaddling bands.
Immaculata,who watched Him grow up from His youth,You knew the time was sweet, but fleeting,that He would dwell beneath your roof.And now the time is here--The wedding guests have drunk the wine,and you will tell your Son.
He’ll turn the water to the best wine,
so that the deaf can hear, the blind can see,
and prisoners be set free,
His Kingdom come!
Refrain:
Mary, sweet Mother,
your worth is not measured in crowns or thrones.
What once was hidden gladly we make known.
You loved God completely. He made you His own.
You trusted your Maker, gave all into His hands,
including that babe in swaddling bands.
Immaculata,
you watched your Son be mocked and scorned;
then scourged with whips and crowned with thorns.
The Lamb of God was to be slain,a bloody sacrifice upon a cross.You stood there, Mary, a mother grieving,beneath the wood of His great suffering.You bore His agony --the thorns, the nails--The sword that pierced His heart pierced your heart too.
Final refrain:
Mary, sweet Mother,your worth is not measured in crowns or thrones.What once was hidden gladly we make known.You loved God completely. He made you His own.You trusted your Maker, gave all into His hands,including that babe in swaddling bands.
Immaculata, Our Mother!
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