O Come O Come Emmanuel
Like foolish folk of old I would not be,
Who had no room that night for
Him and thee.
See, Mother Mary, here within my heart
I've made a little
shrine for Him apart;
Swept it of sin, and cleansed it with all care;
Warmed it with love and scented it with prayer.
So, Mother, when the
Christmas anthems start,
Please let me hold your baby--in my heart.
Sr. Maryanna, O.P.