
this Christmas, i’ve thought a lot about Mary
what she had been thinking, what she had been feeling
one of my favorite Christmas songs is called Mary’s Lullaby by Wanda West Palmer
the lyrics and message is so sweet and tender, a true love song from mother to baby.
the chorus:
all mine in your loveliness, baby all mine.
all mine in your holiness, baby divine.
sing on herald angels in chorus sublime.
sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.
i think about all the love and excitement i felt when my son was born,
and all the hopes and dreams i had for him as he grows up.
i feared for the pain he would possibly experience and hoped more than anything he would feel loved and secure.
i’m sure what Mary felt was similar if not greater than my own feelings of my son’s birth.
but i wonder if her feelings may have been mixed with even more fear for what she knew the future would bring.
i can’t imagine giving birth to my sweet boy and know that in the coming year he would be taken from me by people who hated and despised him.
the courage and strength that must have taken almost seems incomprehensible.
Jesus gave His life for us,
and Mary gave up her son.
it makes me cry to think of it.
but as the song says,
but tonight you are mine.
we never know what the future may bring for our loved ones.
we don’t know how much time we truly have with them.
but tonight we can cherish them,
enfold them in our arms of love.
my prayer this Christmas is that we can focus on the ones we love,
cherishing the time we have with before it's too late.
full lyrics:
All mine in your loveliness baby, all mine.
All mine in your holiness baby divine.
Sing on herald angels in chorus sublime;
Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.
The wise men are coming to worship their King,
The shepherds are kneeling their homage to bring.
Out yonder the star over Judah will keep.
No harm will befall thee, then sleep baby sleep.
O let me enfold thee, my baby tonight,
While legions are singing in joyous delight.
A new star has risen to hail thee divine,
For you are a king, but tonight you are mine.
Away spectered future of sorrow and plight,
Away to the years that must follow tonight.
The pangs of Gethsemane, let them be dim,
The red drops on Calvary, not Lord, for Him!
O let me enfold thee, my baby tonight,
While legions are singing in joyous delight.
A new star has risen to hail thee divine,
For you are a king, but tonight you are mine.
All mine in your loveliness baby, all mine.
All mine in your holiness baby divine.
Sing on herald angels in chorus sublime;
Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.