The handmaid of the Lord sings a great song

Which echoes down all evenings in our praise

For God whose plans are ages, ages long

Whose thoughts are not our thoughts, ways not our ways.

Chosen by God in one place and one time

To compass in her womb – a little space,

The one whose promise through a family line

Fulfils the blessing given face to face

To ancient Abram, sonless wanting hope

To Isaac blind with time, and cheating son

And so to us who live and view the scope

Of lives of doubt and faith, of love hard won.

And we still waiting in this Advent time

Hope in God’s promises for human kind.


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