Mary's TreasureНамуна

The Thrill of Hope

The baby arrived, met the world with a cry.

My soul was elated, triumphant and high.

His arms spread wide grasping, limbs tense with release

From womb to the world, His tears bid ours to cease.

I reached for him gently, His whole frame relaxed. 

While cradling His head, “What a wonder!” I gasped. 

I felt something prick me and picked up a nail. 

The black iron spike’s meaning time would unveil.

Though savoring moments of unbridled joy,

They came with a cost for sin’s grasp to destroy.

I thank Him with praise and devotion and love

What marvelous grace that He came from above!