Mary
of the
Morn
Through the Gate O’Morn
He came
In a stable born
Where St. Joseph
Held her hand
Both so tired and worn.
Patient donkey
Just outside
Munching on some corn
Saw the love
St. Joseph had
To Mary he was sworn.
Saw St. Joseph’s
Furrowed brow
Knowing future scorn
Saw St. Joseph
In the now
Fighting ‘gainst forlorn.
Then the donkey
Heard with joy
The herald of a horn
Angel Gabriel
Announcing wide
History’s curtain torn!
Then St. Joseph
Walking by
Some fleecy, sheep some shorn
Behind this wife,
He’d reach new life
Through Mary of the Morn.
Hilary Flanery
