Music Monday: Mary's Lullaby

This is the last Christmas-themed Music Monday, I swear. I just love Christmas music and get excited to both sing it and listen to it this time of year -- before January comes and I have to put it away again.

While I was in Idaho with my family Dec. 15, I got the chance to go to Chesbro's (if you're not familiar with this place, it is a MASSIVE music store with basically all the sheet music you could possibly want) and get some new music. I exercised some self control and only came home with "Linus and Lucy," The Band Perry's "All Your Life" and "Mary's Lullaby."

The last song is one I sang in high school, and it's not very well-known -- but I think it's absolutely beautiful. Since I don't have an accompanist at my beck and call to play it while I sing it, I thought I'd share the words with you. It's all about Mary's thoughts of her newborn baby, snuggling Him and loving him as an infant even though she knew He would soon be caring for others as the Son of God. I can picture Mary stroking her son's soft skin, admiring his tiny fingers and toes and watching Him sleep peacefully, content knowing that He could be hers for just a short time.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and that you can spend a bit of your holiday remembering Jesus Christ, His miraculous birth and extraordinary parents who loved and cared for Him so that He could fulfill His incredible mission for us. I know that He lives and that He will come again.

"Mary's Lullaby" by Bertha A. Kleinman and Wanda West Palmer

All mine in your loveliness, baby all mine;
All mine in your holiness, baby divine.
Sing on, herald angels, in chorus sublime;
Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine. 

The wise men are coming to worship their king,
The shepherds are kneeling, their homage to bring.
Out yonder the star over Judah will keep; 
No harm can befall thee, then sleep, baby, sleep.

Oh let me enfold thee, my baby, tonight;
While legions are singing in joyous delight.
A new star has risen to hail thee divine,
For you are a king -- but tonight you are mine.

Away spectered future of sorrow and plight.
Away to the years that must follow tonight.
The pangs of Gethsemane, let them be dim;
The red drops on Calvary, not Lord, for Him!

Oh let me enfold thee, my baby, tonight;

While legions are singing in joyous delight.

A new star has risen to hail thee divine,

For you are a king -- but tonight you are mine.

All mine in your loveliness, baby all mine;
All mine in your holiness, baby divine.
Sing on, herald angels, in chorus sublime;
Sing on and adore, for tonight you are mine.