i am the hay upon which she laid Him.
certainly i am not what she would have wanted
for her precious newborn Son.
yet, so much did she love Him,
so absorbed was her heart in His,
surely she did not notice me
and how little i had to offer.
i was just there, in the manger, waiting
when heaven came to earth…
holy mother
i will hold your Child.
i will cradle Him gently
while you rest from your labors.
i will love Him as my own,
His presence deep within me
long after you have gathered Him
back into your arms.
in this world of gold, frankincense and myrrh,
i am nothing and i have nothing.
yet all that i am i give -
that He might rest in me
and i might rest in Him.
i am the hay upon which she laid Him.
