Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Mary's Choice

Certainly inconvenient,
Embarrassing no doubt,
That one so young a baby bore
Yet sought for no way out.

Most likely ridiculed,
By holy men condemned,
Yet Mary knew she'd heard from God,
On Him she could depend.

Unmarried, still a virgin,
She chose to this life spare,
And I for one am, oh, so glad
God planted His seed there.

She chose to carry this small babe,
He lived beneath her heart,
Because of her obedience
God could His love impart.

My future lay within her hands,
Her choice, but my salvation,
This life she carried willingly,
Christ Jesus, my foundation.

2 comments:

Angel said...

Very nice poem!

Carol Penhorwood said...

Thanks, Angel! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment; that always means a lot to me.