And in the middle of the nightmare comes the joy
in the darkness, the streets full of hate and murder and
the God-light shines down on one fortunate one
forming within the unexpecting,
and she dances.
Like a child riding waves at the seashore
tides of grace consume her
His bared arms wrap around her, steadying courage
and pulling her from the mire
decking her with mercies and crowning
You can read all of Mary’s beautiful song in Luke 1:46-55 by clicking here.