The Gift

To every mother, her child is precious.  The words to this song were written in awe of what Mary had to accomplish in her life.  To take care of a child that was a Gift from God, then eventually give Him back to God so that He could atone for our sins and become glorified in the heavens, was something no mother has ever had to do.  

I don't know how she did it.  So much faith, yet I am grateful she did.  

This picture was taken when my son was only 10 days old in 1978.  That afternoon, I had written a poem and thought someday I might write a song to go with the words.  It was the night of the Mary Tyler Moore

 wrap party as they ended her series.  It was at a restaurant from which, Elizabeth Taylor's would  order chili and they would fly it to her where ever she was (in the world) in a jet.  It was Chasen's in Beverly Hills.  I had the opportunity to sing that same evening for an Insurance Company Dinner.  I didn't want to leave my son, but my mother was there.  What could go wrong?  As we were leaving, knowing it was going to be about 3 hours until I returned, I gave her a bottle of warm milk.  At that same moment, the two year old, Ginger poured an entire  box of fish food into the 1 gallon fish bowl.  Mother looked frantic.  "It's not enough milk! What if he wants more?"  I told her about the stash in the freezer and how to warm it.  I had to go out in the world...and part of me just wanted to be with him and his big sister.  I'm sure she felt the same way about her son...but she was obedient.  I did go.  I did sing.  It was wonderful and now a wonderful memory to preserve.

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Watch the little 2 minute video here  https://youtu.be/Wl3B_09ewK4

The gift...

So tiny, so precious, a jewel beyond compare.  So wealthy am I with my bundle so rare.

This baby, a gift from my Father above, a present for me to love.

His hand in my fingers, as light as the air.  His smile fresh from Heaven, so lovely and fair.

A mother I think of, another in time. The one of a precious baby like mine.

Oh Mary, I'm thinking of you tonight, as I hold this baby and welcome the sight.

What courage and strength as you made your way, to Bethlehem city, in a stable you lay.

Oh, what were your thoughts as you held him that night, so soft in your arms in the warm candlelight.

Did you know the plan to return him one day? What dreams did you have? What path for us would he lay?

These children, such blessings are but a mere loan.  They cheer us and help us through life as it's known.

But selflessly we must return him someday, as you vowed when he was a baby that day.

So tiny, so precious, a jewel beyond compare.  So wealthy am I with my bundle so rare.

This baby, a gift from my Father above, a present for me to love.