Chosen

To Bethlehem they journeyed, young Joseph and his wife.

She wondered aloud about the baby - In her, this new life.

"Will his hair be wavy, his eyes dark and round?

Will he cry continually, or barely make a sound?"

Joseph just smiled as Mary continued to speak,

He knew how she felt - strong, yet so weak.

They had been chosen by the Being Supreme,

To be a part of the plan, the plan to redeem.

Later that evening at the manger they gazed,

Should she whisper softly, or lift her voice in praise?

Her tears flowed like water as Mary held her adored.

This baby, this blessing - her son, yet her Lord.

Copyright 1999 C. Ann Taylor