Chosen Mother

Quiet morning, breath of heaven, lights so soft upon the door,

Lowly maiden, terror rising, swoons and lowers to the floor.

Mighty angel, now appearing, speaking words of purest praise,

Of the coming King Messiah, and of distant future days…

“Greetings highly favored daughter, may the Lord now be with you,

Cease your trembling, calm your worries, for the words I speak are true.

Do not fear for you are blessed and will soon be wide with child,

You shall name the baby Jesus, He is God’s Son undefiled…”

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Chosen Mother of the Savior, was it fear or was it joy,

Causing you to kneel at heaven’s mighty plan?

Did you wonder, did you ponder, that this sweet young baby boy,

Would grow up to be the Chosen Son of Man?

She a virgin, was bewildered, longing now to know the pow’r,

That would cause her, not yet wedded, to conceive this very hour,

“Heaven’s light, celestial shadow, Holy Spirit, will embrace,

So the child shall be called Holy, and restore the human race.”

Mary answered, “I am ready, here the handmaid of the Lord,

There is naught beyond His sovereign will, whom David so adored.

As you did for barren women, for my cousin, once was she,

So now grant what you have spoken will now here unfold for me.”

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Lonely journey through the country to the home of dearest kin,

She expectant, though once barren, takes the sweet young woman in,

Marvels that her Savior’s mother should now walk upon her ground,

Baby leaps within her womb for joy at mother’s greeting sound.

“How my soul exalts my Savior, who has looked on me with love,

I am blessed by Mighty Father, Holy Helper from above.

For His mercy and His power is extended age to age,

Now His promised plan unfolds upon this humble earthly stage.” 

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Great will be His honor, Son of God Most High

Born to sit on David’s Royal throne,

Ruling Jacob’s kingdom, heaven drawing nigh,

His the glory and the pow’r alone.

Virgin mother, waits and wonders, ponders all within her heart,

Yields her will to heaven’s myst'ry, takes her place and does her part.

Though she knows not what will happen as the future now unfolds,

She her will has now surrendered to the One her womb now holds.

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