Mary’s Heart

In the small town of Bethlehem,
Crowded because of the census,
Mary gave birth to the Holy One
Who left His throne just to save us.

Those things she pondered in her heart
Were so wonderful to hold there…
That this Babe was the Messiah,
The message she could not yet share.

Mary’s heart must have been troubled,
As she loved this little one so,
Knowing He was not hers for long,
This Great King where cattle low.

As the angel announced His birth,
Telling poor shepherds the story…
Then bursting forth in the night sky,
Multitudes sang of His glory.

The shepherds came in a hurry,
Desiring their Savior to see…
A wonderful confirmation
That He was the Babe on her knee.