Before the paling of the stars,
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest cock-crow,
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world His Hands had made
Born a stranger.

Priest and King lay fast asleep
In Jerusalem,
Young and old lay fast asleep
In crowded Bethlehem:
Saint and angel, ox and ass,
Kept a watch together
Before the Christmas daybreak
In the winter weather.

Jesus on His mother’s breast
In the stable cold,
Spotless Lamb of God was He,
Shepherd of the Fold:
Let us kneel with Mary Maid,
With Joseph bent and hoary,
With saint and angel, ox and ass,
To hail the King of Glory.

- – - written by Christina Rossetti

When He Prayed In The Garden
It Was Us That He Did See
Knowing That He Had To Die
So We Could Be Set Free

When He Stood Before The People
And They Shouted, “Put Him On The Cross
He Could Have Called Ten Thousand Angels
But He Knew That We Were Lost

When They Stripped Him Of His Rode
And Beat Him To The Ground
He Could Have Called His Angels
But Choose Not To Make A Sound

FOr It Was His Love So Great
Yes His Love For Us
That Made Him Stay Right There
For It Knew It Was A Must

As He Walked Up That Road
With Each And Every Step
He Could Have Used His Power
But It Was His Love That Keep

Him Moving Towards That Hill
Where He Knew That He Would Bare
Our Sins Upon His Chest
Oh How Greatly He Does Care

The Nails, They Were Driven
Into His Feet And Hands
For It Was The Only Way
To Complete A Mighty Plan

There In The Middle
Of Two Thieves They Placed His Cross
What Did He See That Day
He Seen How We Were Lost

He Could Have Called His Angels
And They Would Have Come Indeed
But It Was Us That He Knew
Who Would Be In Great Need

Our Sins, There Have Been Many
Yes Many In Our Day
These Sins He Paid In Full
Because He Choose To Stay

Upon That Cross He Won
Our Battle To The End
Upon That Cross He Bearried
All Of The Sins

All The Sins Of Those
Who Are Covered In His Blood
Yes He Carrried That Cross For Us
All Becasue It’s Us He Loves

- – - written by Cathy Jo Moore

The blessed of the Missionaries of Charity,
An excellent example of love and charity,
To you, let me pay my tribute, humble,
For your many a blessing innumerable,

To one and all you were, indeed, a mother,
Your life has always been for the other,
The least, the lost and the poorest of the poor,
You were in Spirit poor; in word and deed, pure

Fragrance of Christ all around you did spread
To the hungry, you did give food and bread,
To the homeless, you did give home and bed,
For God’s glory great, all you did and said,

With a prayerful heart you did stand for,
The unwanted, the unloved and the uncared for,
You did consider the poor as your own,
For them many a project you did carry on,

We all thank Thee, Jesus Christ our Lord
For this precious gem for our motherland,
To the last and great mandate of Christ,
You did give priority first and foremost,

Honour and glory, in fact, you did bring,
To our Lord, Jesus, and your praise I sing
Charm and grace you did add to your office
You did share our Lord Jesus’ peace and grace

A symbol of empathy and humility,
Your hallmark is down to earth simplicity,
You did identify with the lowest:
Dress of scavengers you chose as model vest

To humanity you did give the best,
And you’ve every right to take rest,
Death, as there is, ever for the Blessed Mother,
There is, sure, a life great and glorious forever.

- – - written by Dr. K.M Mathew Kurisummottil