There were fourteen generations with Abram at the start
To David and a kingly rule with God deep in his heart
And another twenty eight then came with various depths of love
For God’s divine countenance, His blessings from above
The anointed one was going to come and emulate a ram
With warlike and rebellious ways. He wouldn’t be a lamb.
A Messiah made of flesh and bone. Immanuel shall fight
And throw off the Roman yoke of rule. He would have the might.
God came to Zechariah and inspired him to seek
His dear old wife Elizabeth and with her not be meek
She became with child, the foretold John, the man to go before
And make way the path for the one called Christ, to open up the door.
Now, six months passed, an angel came to Mary making plans
To wed the good man Joseph, a worker with his hands
The angel said to her with love, Hail Mary full of grace
God favors you ,His child within, He smiles upon your face.
I am afraid was her reply to which the angel said
Worry not, my dear, dear one and rest your weary head
For you’ve been chosen as the one upon which your faith dwells
To be the mother of the Son Most High, the one Immanuel
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