This begins with a breath
From the waters you were blessed
Pushing through the pain and blood
Into the arms of love
And your mother's face above

Before you came she was afraid
In the night she cried and prayed
“Oh God am I strong enough,
To be the arms of Love?
To be the mother of this son?"

Oh Beautiful one; my child my son
We rejoice
From generation to generation
We rejoice

All, like sheep, have gone astray,
But you will call them back one day
By the marks of pain and blood
Back to the arms of love;
The good Father's face above