Holy Tidings Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Holy Tidings
Ave Maria, hail sweetest Mary,
Archangel Gabriel is here
Bringing glad tidings of the year.
You will become the Holy Mother
Of a Baby Boy Messiah.
Jesus will be His name
Born on the twenty fifth day
In the last month of the year.
All people of the world will pray.
Ave Maria, hail sweetest Mary,
Archangel Gabriel is here
Bringing glad tidings of the year.
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