There Was a Lady
There was a lady
Born of the chosen race,
Not in a palace
But in a humble place,
Praying that YHWH
Would fill her life with grace.
There was an angel,
With tidings from on high,
Asking the lady
To make God history:
"I am His servant,"
The lady made reply.
There was a baby,
Born lowly, but the Christ,
There was a lady
Who saw him sacrificed:
There was an angel
Of Easter morning bliss.