Glory flamed around the throne;
God, the Father, sat thereon.
Speaking to His only Son,
When the world had just begun.
"Son, that man we made to love,
Can not keep his eyes above.
Fallen now, with Eve his wife,
We must act to save his life.
"From eternal, this was planned;
You will save this fallen man.
Your own hands will feel the nail,
To save man from death and hell."
Kingdoms rose and kingdoms fell;
Prophets died when sin prevailed.
Israel, God's own chosen queen,
Was not ready for her King.
Jesus looked down from the throne.
It was time to save His own.
Pain and horror He must face,
To save His from their own fate.
First, an odd humility,
A human infant He must be.
King of Glory, Satan's doom;
Would spend time in Mary's womb.
Icy winds blew night away,
Dawn came coldly, dismal, gray.
Dying embers caught, leaped higher,
As the girl dressed by the fire.
Mary felt a sudden fear;
Something strange was very near.
Sound! A light pierced dawn's deep gloom!
A glorious man stood in her room!
Ga'bri'el looked at the girl;
Born of man, but God's own pearl.
Highly favored; now afraid.
Very young, this gentle maid.
Damping awesome angel power,
Ga'bri'el stood by the fire.
Mary gasped and went quite pale,
When his voice rang like a bell.
"Greetings! You are highly blessed.
God is with you, be at rest.
Fear not, Mary, you're the one,
Who will bear God's only Son."
Mary'd never been that wild;
How could she have any child.
Joseph said they would some day,
Now he'd prob'bly stay away.
The angel's voice grew gentle then,
"This blessed child is not of man.
God's own Son, Messiah, King!
To this world, great joy He'll bring."
Softly, gently, Mary sighed,
"I'm His servant; He's my life.
Let it be as you have said,
In His hands, I've naught to dread."
Mankind fused with God's great life;
Eternal heartbeat kills death's bite.
Miracle as never seen,
Humans blessed by heaven's King.
Infant sounds from man's crude bower,
All creation reels in power,
Shepherds worship, angels sing,
And my heart bows to this King.