I pray thee to grace my mind,
Oh Sovereign Slave of God!
The Queen without a kingdom
who stands above the world!
Her eyes are eyes of sorrow
for she knows of love and loss
She bears the savior of the world
and sees Him bear His cross.
Born but human, yes like me
she was fearless in her faith,
where generals, kings and prophets quaked
only exempt is the gentle maid
from the angel's cry "Fear Not!"
Where the proud centurion
would dare not command Our Lord
She pulls Him aside for a wedding's wine
Ignores His protests of predestined times
And bids the servants obey His word.
A little tender woman in a harsh and cruel world,
Twas not her lot to be wise and divine,
no, still human in her heart and mind
her glory is in her words sublime:
"He will do with me as He wills."
