Meditations on the Way: Poems of a Christian Journey

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Mary and her Child

My arms enfold You, baby Son,

The Angel Hosts are singing;

Of God the Sole Begotten One,

Man s price and Ransom bringing.

I whisper to the darkening cave,

And all the lambs are bleating;

Your Name is Jesus-born to save,

While morning stars are greeting.

On my shoulder gently stay

And shape my every word;

Oh, may I sing and work today

And magnify the Lord.

As if before God s Throne I stand-

The Infant sleeps so mild;

One thing alone I understand-

A mother loves her child.

So bow to Him a kindly maid

In sweet humility;

And see God s Face in every babe

If you would fare like me.

He may rebuke the sons of men,

And yield not to another;

To me, He was a little one

Who sought me for His mother.

Sr. Giles (C) 2006

Edited 10/09/2006

Br Andrew EFO