Mary remembered all these things
and thought deeply about them
(Luke 2:19; GNT).
Jesus, I remember
The day God’s angel came,
The message, and the promise;
The way he said your name.
And I well remember
The day when you were born:
The pain, the blood, the darkness;
The crying out; the dawn.
Jesus, I remember
The day you were baptised:
The dove, the voice, the heavens,
And John, there, at your side.
And I well remember
The day you were transformed:
The sun, the cloud, God speaking;
Your robes, with light adorned.
Jesus, I remember
The day you were betrayed:
The bread, the wine, the sharing;
The garden where you prayed.
And I well remember
The day when you were killed:
The cross, the nails, the anguish;
Your destiny fulfilled.
Jesus, I remember
The day you rose anew:
The tears, the hopes, the doubting;
Your friends, so very few.
And I well remember
The day God took you home:
The quiet way you left us
To follow you, alone.
Jesus, I remember
The day your Spirit fell:
The tongues of fire, the jeering;
The truth you helped us tell.
So now, Lord, I look forward
To the day when you return:
For then I’ll see your face again –
No longer will I yearn.
I yearn for the Lord,
more than watchmen do for the morning
(Psalm 130:6; NET).
