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Just a child am I

Still learning from my mother

Betrothed to wed a man

Having never known another

And yet an angel came to me

To tell me I’m with child

My mind and heart can’t comprehend

My thoughts, in fear, run wild

All that you say, how can this be?

How will I tell this man

Who’s pledged to give his life to me

Who’s asked me for my hand?

And then the angel looked at me

Offering God’s peace

And said, “God is with you”

The thought itself, brought relief.

“He will be called Immanuel,

God With Us,” the angel said.

The words, though true, were strange

And swam within my head.

That God would come to live with us

To come to earth as man

That he would choose a teenage girl

To carry out his plan

God With Us still runs through my mind

As I watch my body swelling

And feel the the kicks of life inside

Where Immanuel is dwelling.

Each baby hiccup reminds me

Of the words the angel told

“God is with you….God With Us”

These phrases won’t grow old.

What will this baby look like?

Will I see God in his eyes?

Will he resemble royalty

Or have a face like mine?

My fingers graze my abdomen

Astounded by the thought

That God came down from glory

To such a humble spot

And all that this small girl can pray

Is, “Please Lord, give me grace.

To carry out this wondrous plan.

To look upon your face.”

And even in this moment

As grateful tears fall from my eyes

I hear the softest whisper

As he listens and replies,

“Immanuel, God With Us.

It’s starting here today

For I am with and in you

And forever I will stay.”

Just a girl am I

Still learning from my mother

But God With Us now dwells in me

And I will trust no other….

 

 

 

 

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