Year
after year St. Anna was waiting,
For
a child the fruit of their love.
Fervently
praying, their love never ceasing,
Waiting,
for a sign from above.
Their
efforts bore fruit,
God
opened St. Anna’s womb.
Immaculate
Conception firmly took root,
Spotless
from womb to the tomb.
St.
Anna, St. Joachim proud parents of Mary,
Rejoiced
at the birth of their child.
Fairest
of creatures, the features of Mary,
There’s
none like her, meek and mild.
Rejoice,
Rejoice,
Oh
see how your parents rejoice!!
Sweetly
and tenderly, she sleeps like a dove,
In
a cradle made for her with love.
Sr. Rose of Infant Jesus (Novice)
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