The silence of the empty crib,
Foretells the silence of the tomb.
Eve who came not from Adam’s rib,
Prepared each bedd with love and broom.
The former an Advent of joy
The latter an Advent of rue.
We anticipate not a toy,
But the Savior who came for you.
Who is he that the world must wait?
Who is he that fishermen mourn?
He is the one who comes tonight.
He is the one who rose this morn.
Mary come see your babe the Christ.
Mary come see the risen Christ.