He’s a puzzle, a mystery, a riddle
This person I know so well yet not at all
I only see a part not the whole
I can’t get inside his head, his heart
his skin for that matter
I don’t know why he does this or that
Says it that way instead of this way
I admit I am perplexed and mystified
I wonder at times if his mind is overloaded
Some what imbalanced
Yet, he is the one the angel
called me to bear
The one we have been waiting for
I know
I said yes, and I did what I was asked
I was not ashamed
I knew where he came from
But what kind of deliverer will he be?
How is he going to save us from our enemies?
He is so gentle and kind
This babe I once wrapped in rags
Where were the angels when I writhed in pain?
I heard later they were off singing to some shepherds
who came in awe to see him
I will continue my daily watch
Pack up and move with him
He is so weary and spent
He may need me again
Before this day is through
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