十首美丽的英文诗歌欣赏

MOTHER MARY

By Sally Meyer (c) 1997 all rights reserved

Who am I, what am I? That He should think of me,

To bring His Son into the World and teach Him at my knee?

As there they sat with hay all strewn about them on the ground,

She pondered all that lie ahead when they'd leave fair David's town.

By candle light she held her son, and nursed him at her breast.

Then lay him on the golden hay so they could get some rest.

With stalwart Joseph at her side and cattle softly lowing,

She welcomed all, shepherd to king who came by starlight glowing.

In harmony the angels sang reverent hymns of glory.

Mary listened as they told her little one's sacred story.

The bleating of the fleecy lambs was His first lullaby.

A straw filled manger for a crib with animals standing by.

But Mary filled that nursery as only a mother could,

With love and hope and promise, as Father knew she would.