Mary’s Song

Many thanks to Elise Daly Parker for today's post. Elise is a valued friend and gifted professional writer, and the author of Our Stories God's Glory.



And Mary said:
“My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation…”
Luke 1:46-50



I am embarrassed to say I did not really know what the Magnificat, or Mary’s Song, found in the Gospel of Luke, was until a few years ago. I’m sure I’d heard it through the many years of attending church, but it was Amy Grant’s version below that really struck a chord. I remember listening to this song, back in the early 90s, when the song first came out.

I was tired from raising two young children and a teenager…and it was Christmastime. I was making little hand-painted boxes that were to be my gifts that year, back in the days when I actually did arts and crafts. It was late and the girls were asleep. I was overwhelmed by my self-imposed desire to make Christmas magical…and we were still living in the wake of a serious accident that had left my husband brain injured, changed, and without a job.

What I was so struck by was Mary’s “Yes.” Though she was uncertain, frightened, pregnant out of wedlock, she said yes to the Lord’s call on her life. I guess I related (though one might think that awfully audacious of me). I remember crying as I listened to the words of weariness, the contemplation of being chosen, and her utter dependence on her Father, her need for His very real presence as she walked down a path of uncertainty. Mary seems at once scared and awed that God would choose her to bear God’s only son.

And that’s how I was feeling too, frightened, yet honored. I was concerned that I was in over my head with babies, a teenage stepdaughter, and a brain-injured husband…and what was beginning to feel like a call to ministry. Could it be? You have chosen me, Lord? I think you’ve got the wrong girl. I don’t think I can do this…I think you’ve made a mistake. You tell us you never give us more than we can bear. Yet here I am.

Be with ME. Hold ME together. Pour over ME your holiness. Be forever near ME, Breath of Heaven.

The Good news, the awesome news is we are all chosen by God to do things we cannot do without Him. But we, like Mary, can do all things through Christ who gives us strength and never leaves us nor forsakes us. Amen!

Mary’s Song
Lyrics by Amy Grant



I have traveled
Many moonless night
Cold and Weary
With a babe inside
And I wonder
What I've done

Holy Father
You have come
Chosen me now
To carry your son

I am waiting
in a silent prayer
I am frightened
by the load I bear

In a world as cold as stone
Must I walk this path alone
Be with me now
Be with me now

[chorus:]

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Breath of Heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of Heaven

Breath of Heaven
Lighten my darkness
Pour over me, your holiness
For your holy Breath of Heaven

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Do you wonder
As you watch my face
If a wiser one, should of had my place
But I offer-all I am

For the mercy-of your plan
Help me be strong
Help me be
Help me


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6 comments:

MaryAnn said...

Thank you, Susan. I know the song, of course, but watching the video this morning was so encouraging. Thank you! Mary Ann

Maria said...

I never hear the song beore. Made me cry. Very inspirational story.

Marja said...

Thank you Susan, so beautiful...

quietspirit said...

Susan:
This is a beautiful way to worship God. Thank you for sharing. And please thank your friend for sharing her story with us.

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi Susan -

Beautiful post! It puts the focus right where it belongs - on Him.

Blessings,
Susan :)

Jean said...

Susan and Elise, Thank you for this reminder.

We are all called by God--to love Him with all of our being and to love other people.

Merry Christmas to you both,
Jean