Thinking back on how it
all began, it seems so long ago,
I was so young, just
sixteen years. How quickly by years go.
One night the angel
Gabriel spoke words that seemed so odd;
He said I’d conceive and
bear a Son, for I had found favor with God.
I was amazed, bewildered
and said, “How can this be?”
He said the Holy Spirit
would overshadow me.
I said, “Father, I’m so
unworthy, just a handmaid of the Lord,
But I’ll obey, yes, let it
be according to your Word.”
I don’t know why the Lord
chose me, it makes me shiver still;
But even then I knew
enough to just obey His will.
We had to travel to
Bethlehem at the time the child was due.
The night we arrived in
the little town the prophecy came true.
The inns were full but we
managed to find a stable in which to stay.
So I set clean cloths to
make a bed in a troth we filled with hay.
And on that night I bore
God’s Son - Oh, what a precious boy!
Already with eyes full of
wisdom, He became my deepest joy.
As Jesus grew there never
was a time when he was bad.
I never had the problems
that the other mothers had.
When I felt discouraged,
He always seemed to know.
I knew the time was coming
when my Son would have to go,
But I had no way of
knowing His impending agony.
Not even in horrible
nightmares was my Son - nailed to a tree.
They had no case against
Him. They paid witnesses to lie.
When Pilot offered Him
freedom, the crowd screamed for Him to die.
And so they ripped at my
Son’s flesh with ruthless whips that tore.
That body I had nurtured,
they battered o’re and o’re.
They hated Him and spat
and pulled out handfuls of His hair.
But through that wretched
torture, He loved all the people there.
See - He knew inside that
vicious crowd was never going to win.
And as was written, in
three day’s time my Jesus - rose again.
And finally I understood
the sacrifice He made.
We’re free from sin; the
penalty of death is finally paid!
If you my friend have ever
had a child of your own,
Perhaps you’ve had an
inkling of the pain that I have known.
For you in future ages,
whom I have never met,
I beg you to accept my Son
for He has paid your debt.
And now He rules from
heaven and we His glory share.
My friend, accept His
precious gift -
We’d love to see you
there!
