Her Place in God’s Rhyme

Can God be born in human time,
The Maker by His creature made,
To place our prose in His great rhyme
And lighten dark of our sin’s shade?

It all depends on Mary’s word
When angel visits Nazareth,
To bear God’s Son, who is her Lord,|
Who comes to us through her to bless.

All heaven’s hosts are waiting, still,
As listen they for Mary’s voice.
Salvation rests on Maiden’s will;
To bear God’s Son will be her choice.

And when Young Woman speaks her “yes,”
All angels leap in heaven’s joy
As God in our world comes as guest
In person of a baby boy!