Thanksgiving was very nice, and now it's Advent.
When you shall come, O Lord,
Wrapped in your glory bright,
Then shall the earth in terror quake,
The sun withhold his light.
When you shall come, O Lord,
Then shall the books be spread,
And from their secrets you shall judge
The living and the dead.
O Lord of justice, your coming overthrows all that is not ruled by you. Fill us with expectation and transform our hearts and lives, so that we may welcome you when you come.
Readings from Magnificat.
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