MARYSONG
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She sang to Joseph an
angelsong
Of promise and love and the
child to be born
Her spirit filled song on a
dark desert morn.
When the world awoke to
creation's sigh In the light of a crib as a star twinkled high
Mary began her first
lullaby.
She tickled his toes and
wiped his tears
Told him stories and rocked
away fears
She wiped his nose and
cuddled him near.
Her husband and child heard
her songs
To the sound of a hammer,
she sang along
Her soft sweet voice
beginning at dawn.
She sang to her boy while
holding his hands
And raised him up to be the
man
To enter the role of
prophesy's plan.
The Spirit sang always in
her heart
Dwelling in her from the
very start
Residing in promise never
to part.
In a time when many hearts
became hardened Her song was heard near a desert garden
Surrender song of praise
and pardon.
Then came a comforting song
on a hill
A song of pain and
sorrow... but still
A song of peace in the
Father's Will.
To the sounds of a hammer,
she once again sang
Her Calvary song giving
love to the blame
Her heart had been pierced,
but her faith had remained.
A song of suffering she
sang at the tomb
For the love of her life,
the love of her womb
The lovesong to which her
soul had succumbed.
Alleluia! Rejoice!
Her new song became!
With resurrection the
prophecy named
The song of her Son forever
proclaimed.
She sang again of the
angelsong But now she sang on a bright desert morn
Of love and promise and
hope that was born.
by Patricia
& Maria Montesano
May
24, 2001
Thanks to
Cecilia Brendel for use of her painting on this page.
Please visit
Cecilia' s website for more about her
& her art.
