God's Own Son

As Mary rocks her baby boy,
She's filled with sadness, filled with joy.
She looks upon that tiny face
And sees the hope of every race.

Her heart is filled with a mother's glow,
And she never wants to let him go.
She'll see him run and laugh and play
And longs to keep him safe each day.

His life won't be an easy one.
His destiny hard, as God's own Son.

Mary sees the miracles he'll perform.
The lepers healed and free from scorn.
The lame will walk, the blind will see.
She sees his love will set us free.

And then she sees him on a cross.
She feels his pain and feels our loss.
She knows his life must come to this.
She sheds a tear and gives a kiss.

So as Christmastime draws near
And we are all so "busy" here.
With shopping, baking, trees of green,
Let's ask, what does this really mean?

Let's take a moment from the fuss,
And think of all their gifts to us:
A mother's love, a baby boy,
Peace and comfort, love and joy.

For he was born for everyone,
His destiny, God's only Son.

-Author Unknown