By Ian Rogers.
Such a good girl’
It’s such a shame.
That guy Joseph,
He’s to blame –
That’s what people said.
Teenage girl with a bump in her tum,
Very young to be a mum.
Bet that Joseph does a run –
That’s what people said.
“Mary, Mary – what you done?
Who’s the dad of the babe to come?
Can’t marry you now, girl’
You’re a fake pearl!”
That’s what Joseph said.
“God’s the dad,”
The angel said.
“Rejoice, be glad,”
The angel said.
“Stick like glue,
Go on, get wed,”
To Jo and Mary
The angel said.
So they became a family,
Human babe and Deity,
Caring parents, caring God –
Whose ways, to us,
Can look quite odd.
A son, the Saviour,
Born to die?
And then to rise
Beyond the skies?
A bridge for us
To enter heaven?
Because through Him
We get forgiven?
“That’s my boy,”
God says,
“Welcome home,”
God says.