“Who, for the joy set before Him, endured the cross.”
“When her baby is born into the world, she forgets her pain, in joy that a child has come into the world.”
“How often have I longed to shelter thee under My wings, as a hen shelters her young!”
“If a mother cannot forget the baby she has born, the child she has nursed at her breast, how shall I forget you, My people?”
“To see the Kingdom of God, you must first be born again.”
He is come, He is come, the Mother of all Living
She whom first His Hand did form
To be the mother of His children
But a faint reflection is, of His motherly glory
He doth nurture, He provide
He doth conceive and bear, and bring to fullness
He is the Womb in which we grow
He is the Breast on which we feed
He is the Wings that shelter us
He is come, He is come, the Mother of all Living
The stillborn child that was lost
He now bears to glorious fruition
As He told, the anguish of His passion and His cross
Are the labor pains of birth
A suffering that’s borne for the joy that cometh forth
He knows the torment He will forget
When He sees the child He has borne
Malformed no more, but lovely and whole!
Copyright 2021 Raina Nightingale
Enthralled By Love 