Oh Mary, dear Mary,

How great must your faith be?
To submit to the will of God,
At the annunciation
That you shall give birth
To the almighty

With full faith,
You proclaimed,
“let it be unto me
According to your word”

Embodying proverbs 3,
you trusted in the Lord
With all your heart
And leaned not
On your own understanding

Oh how proud your ancestor Sarah
Would have been,
Had she seen your wisdom

To trust in the Lord
At the mere age of a teenager

Whilst she doubted Him
At an age past wisdom

Sarah, the wife of Abraham,
was of little faith,
Couldn’t fathom how she could give birth,
At such an old age,

So she took matters into her own hands,
Commanded Abraham
To have a child out of wedlock.

As if some things might be hard,
Even for God…

If she laughed
At the thought
That God would give her a son
Past menopause…

Would she have wept now,
If she saw
Just how readily
You accepted the seemingly impossible
Annunciation from above?

That you…
a 14 year old virgin,
Shall give birth to a son,
And remain a perpetual virgin
For life…

Accepting an even mind-blowing miracle
Defying human biology

If Sarah saw your faith-full response
To the news
that you shall bear a son,
As a Virgin,
She’d truly weep

For surely God who can enable
Birth by a Virgin,
Can grant a married woman a child,
No matter how far away
She may have been
Past child bearing times

Oh Mary, what was the size of that baby,
That you carried in your tummy?
What heaven couldn’t contain,
you carried in your belly

Oh Mary, how clean you must be
For God to dwell in you
And grow up to call you Mommy

Oh Mary,
Howard great is your humility?

To be in exile
During pregnancy

To humbly give birth in a stable
Whilst knowing That your Son
Is the source of the world’s stability

How generous is your heart
That you would share your Son
With us

Overcoming the temptation
Of a mother’s undying need
To protect her child

To instead
Be faithful
To the will of God
Even at the painful foot of the cross
Where you might have wished
They’d have spared Him
And crucified you instead

Oh how difficult
Is the sorrow
Of a mother’s heart
To witness the suffering
And death of
Her only begotten son
Innocent of any sin
At that…

Oh but you stood faithful to your words\

“Let it be done unto me,
According to your word”

Allowing the will of God to be done
Just as He intended
No matter how difficult

I marvel at your obedience
In awe, I marvel at your thoughts
In awe, I marvel at your discernment

To always
put above your will,
the will of your Creator

In awe, I marvel
At your faithfulness to God

Many have tried,
But none even come close
To the type of Christian you are

The very first disciple of your Son,
the Christ

You truly are the letters
With which we learn Christ
Just as we sang
In Sunday school
Singing
“Mariam fidel,
Yehulu memariya,
Benitshina, benitshina
Tesifalechin”

“Oh Mary, you are the letter,
Through which everyone learns,
For you are written in utmost purity”

Indeed my Lady,
You are a marvel
To all of humanity

So this Christmas
And for all of our lives
We give thanks to you
For sharing with the world
Your beloved Christ!