Mary’s Child
Mary
looked down at her first born child with pride,
Perfect, Perfection on earth.
There was no doubt in her mind whom he looked like.
He was a minute replica of His Father,
and she knew one day He would grow up to be
His Father’s mirror image on the outside and inside.
As she looked into His little eyes that were now barely functioning
she knew that one day they would weep over the perfection
His Father had once created, and would be uncaringly totally destroyed.
His little ears that were now hearing unfamiliar sounds
would one day hear words that His
Father had never spoken or written.
His little nose that was now smelling strange smells
would one day have to endure the smell of the filth of life.
His little mouth that was now looking to be fed would one day feed the world
with knowledge beyond compare.
His little tongue that was now tasting the sweetness of milk,
would one day have to turn away from the bitterness offered.
His little arms slightly moving, would one day bring comfort,
but would also have to bear all the burdens of the world.
She held His little hands so small and tender, hands that one day would work
miracles, but would also be maimed and broken. Little legs that were now gently kicking would one day
continually keep walking doing his Fathers work,
but would also stumble and fall before reaching home.
Little feet so small and soft would one day stand tall and strong
and firm in His creation.
And always be there ready to lead His Father’s other children home.
What will you name that child Mary?
His name shall be JESUS CHRIST!
Val. from Rhymney