She said yes, yes to her God
when asked to carry the Son
to be mother to her savior, our savior
not fearful as she must have been
but certain, confident, in the angel’s words
the love of the God of Israel
She said, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord;
let it be with me according to your word”
She became mother to us all, as He is our brother
Our redeemer, our savior too
Because she accepted the blessing
December 6, 2006 7:23
Luke 1:26-56
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