Mary, tell me, did you fear
To have an angel presence near?
How could you really comprehend
The mysteries that God would send?
Mary, tell me, did you thrill
At cousin Elizabeth’s good will?
Did her excitement at your part
Give needed assurance to your heart?
Mary, Mary, did you cry
When Joseph thought to pass you by?
And people whispered “What disgrace!”
Did you dread to show your face?
Mary, did you wonder why
“Blessed” should entail a sigh?
Yet reverence and joy you felt
When shepherds and the Wise Men knelt.
By faith in God you took your place
And you His glorious Will embraced.
“Behold the handmaid of the Lord,
Be it unto me according to Thy Word.”
Doris Stensland, published in On the Back Step