Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Mary

As I stare at my baby belly
I think about her.
The woman who carried Jesus
On that night, so long ago.

I’m curious of her demeanor.
I ponder her pain.
I am visioning a woman
With very little to gain

Did she know the huge impact
Her son would soon bring
On a world centuries away
How we’d celebrate this day?

Could she know we’d sing carol’s
Or decorate a tree
How we’d sing happy Birthday
To her son, the True King?

So on this Christmas Eve
I thank God for sending
His son, the Christ Jesus
So I could come to be…

Staring at my baby belly
Thinking about her.
The woman who carried Jesus
On that night, so long ago.

1 comment:

ChrissyK said...

very well written. I think about the same as well. Can you imagine getting on a donkey, being as pregnant as we are and riding for days??? I cant imagine all that she went through. Was there a doctor there to help her? How scared was she? Of course no epidural. Wow...Mary was an amazing woman.

But again...to think that your son will change the world. Wow