Here With Us

In this season of Advent, I've become quite weepy!  When we sing the songs, listen to them on the radio, sing at church, my mind goes to God, God as a baby.  Mary, rocking a baby to sleep.  Yet, this baby was there at the formation of the world.  This baby, who is fully God and fully man, chose to came to earth to love us.  Here with us.  To save us.  Die for us.  "Heaven's love reaching down to save the world."

What a thought.  Each year this thought just wrenches my heart.  God speaking to me through manger scenes, swaddled babes, quiet reflection of my time with newborns.  With these thoughts and watching my friends and family cooing over their new babes or growing bellies, I try to picture Mary. Mary, whose song is reflective of mine.  Or what I want mine to be.  I frequently have a harsher tone than I expected the mother of Jesus to have.  Or less patience.  I wonder how her human qualities reflected those of her Godly son.  She said her soul magnifies, or reflects/makes bigger, the Lord.  On the one hand, I can easily see this.  When you're physically holding God, how glorious He must be, how thankful to be chosen.  I often go back to Mary's own words after hearing from the angel she will bear a son, in Luke 1:38, "And Mary said, "Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word." And the angel departed from her."  

She is an inspiration.  This young thing, approached by an angel, life changed, marriage relationship changed, trusting, wholly serving the Lord.  My thoughts race to this young mom, holding her newborn son, a son that was there at the dawn of time.

My friend Ely sang a song at church called Here With Us, and I LOVE the lyrics.  I've been hearing it on KSBJ this season and each time it takes my breath away.  I love verse 2.  But still Mary had to rock her Savior to sleep.  I wish I could post Ely's rendition, but I can't find it on the church's site.  Google Joy Williams and you can hear it performed.  Forgive me for this being after Christmas, but it still rings true.  Hallelujah, son of God, servant King, Here with us, You're here with us.  Praise Jesus!


Lyrics from http://www.songlyrics.com/joy-williams/here-with-us-lyrics/

It's still a mystery to me
That the hands of God could be so small
How tiny fingers reaching in the night
Were the very hands that measured the sky

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world
Hallelujah, hallelujah, son of God, servant King
Here with us, You're here with us

It's still a mystery to me
How His infant eyes have seen the dawn of time
How His ears have heard an angel's symphony
But still Mary had to rock her Savior to sleep

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world
Hallelujah, hallelujah, son of God, servant King
Here with us, You're here with us
You're here with us

Jesus, the Christ, born in Bethlehem
A baby born to save, to save the souls of man

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world
Hallelujah, hallelujah, son of God, servant King
Here with us

Hallelujah, hallelujah
Heaven's love reaching down to save the world
Hallelujah, hallelujah, son of God, servant King
Here with us, You're here with us
You're here with us