To Jesus' mother
Mary, was it hard to let Him go?
You had to do it over and over again.
How many times did you ache to draw Him back to your breast?
You knew what the angel had told you,
but He was still your little boy... -Becky Rhon
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I can't imagine being Mary! What an honor to be the mother of Jesus...but what an overwhelming responsibility. And to know as He grew up that she would have to lose Him...until she realized that losing Him as her son was the only way of truly finding Him as her Savior.
Two Thousand Years
Two thousand years haven't robbed of meaning the words that the angels spoke.
And two thousand years haven't dimmed the light of the Star that through darkness broke;
a beacon to nations both near and far,
that cuts through the shadow into the heart,
and leads me, my Savior, to where You are.
Your Star still shines o'er the only place
where a sinner like me can find her King;
and the angels still sing of "amazing grace"
that kindled the hope that You came to bring.
Two thousand years cannot take from our hearts all the wonder that Simeon felt
when he held in his arms the Messiah and saw the salvation of Israel;
the great revelation to Gentile and Jew;
the sweet inspiration of those who knew
the glad expectation of those who wait for You.
Your Star still shines o'er the only place
where a sinner like me can find her King.
And the angels still tell of "amazing grace"
that kindled the hope that You came to bring.
Two thousand years can't erase from our spirit the bittersweet love Mary knew.
Did she almost wish she could turn back time when she saw what You had to go
through?
While her bruised mother's heart felt those angry blows,
she might yearn for her baby in swaddling clothes;
yet she saw that the Carpenter's cradle must lead to a Cross.
I can't kneel at the manger forever;
Your Star now shines o'er the Cross,
for it's there that I must meet You, Lord,
face-to-face.
Your Star still shines o'er the only place
where a sinner like me can find her King,
where the angels still sing of "amazing grace"
that gives us the life that You came to earth to bring.
(song lyrics,
Becky Rhon)
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I'm sure that Mary had a life-long memory of singing to her little Baby, rocking Him to sleep. Now, because He gives us the privilege of being God's children, our Father also holds us... and sings.
Lullaby
Sing to me the ballad of the Baby.
Sing to me the carol of the Cross,
music laced with echoes of Eternity,
written for me at so great a cost.
Sing to me what angels told the shepherds,
why Your Star is seen and sought by kings.
As Messiah reaches out to woo me,
let me hear the way that Your heart sings.
Let me taste the love that binds me to You.
Let me feel Your hope run true and deep.
Sing to me the ballad of the Baby;
hush my fears and sing Your child to sleep. -Becky Rhon
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Next week I will share some more Nativity poetry and thoughts. God bless you all!
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