You Are My Son, My Saviour

You are my Son, my Saviour. In my arms prophesy has placed You. Today I shelter You. I love You. I cradle You. I nurse You.
Your tiny fingers and toes will be given to atone for the sins of all generations.
My head accepts that You must one day die. But my heart cannot conceive that I must give You up. You are my Son, my Jesus, beside my heart you rest.
My baby boy, I am your mother in this hour, to wipe your tears, but I cannot carry Your Cross. I gave birth to You. God gave You unto my care, I must not cling to You so, as my Son. My Son, when You cry I keep the wind from Your Face.
My Son, You are swaddled, kings kneel before You. You are The Promised One. The Annointed One. The One Who Sits Between The Cherubim. Your heartbeat is gentle, The Breath of a Child, The Sneeze of an Infant, Laid in fresh straw, the animals quietly adore You, as You created them. You sleep, as shepherds draw nigh bowing to The Messiah. You walked with Adam and Eve in the shade of Eden, You commanded them not to eat of the Fruit, until a serpent beguiled them. You are Ageless, yet newborn, You are Mighty, yet a fragile bundle in a mother’s embrace, I toss and turn in expectation of a grief years to come, I awake to Your makeshift cradle, to jealous stars, and the prophecy. You are my Son, my Saviour, a Love Offering, a Lamb to be slaughtered, an infant to be kissed, You are my Son, Joseph cut the umbilical cord, and placed You into my wearied but excited arms, my Firstborn, You are The Firstborn from the dead, The Alpha and The Omega, my King and my Lord, I am only a vessel, Your mother in this life, You are water I cannot hold You, Rivers of Living Waters, to be poured out. You are my Son, in this hour, but The Prophecy I accepted with Joy, The Blood You must shed, now is a two-edged Sword that pierces the pride of a mother whose given birth to The Messiah named Jesus. “My soul doth magnify The Lord, And my spirit has rejoiced in God, my Saviour.” (Luke 1:46-47)

You Are My Son, My Saviour

Matty B. Duran

Joined July 2009

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“My soul magnifies The Lord,
And my spirit has rejoiced in God, my Saviour.
For He has regarded the lowly state of His
maidservant; For behold, henceforth all generations will call me blessed.
For He who is Mighty has done great things
for me,
And Holy is His Name.
And His Mercy is on those who fear Him
From generation to generation.
He has shown strength with His Arm;
He has scattered the proud in the
imagination of their hearts.
He has put down the mighty from their
And exalted the lowly.
He has filled the hungry with good things,
And the rich He has sent away empty,
He has helped His servant Israel,
In remembrance of His Mercy,
As He spoke to our fathers,
To Abraham and to his seed forever.”
(Luke 1:46-53)

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