She sits on her cushion beneath rays of sunlight,
a golden white aura surrounding her head.
The Spirit had quickened and placed John within her,
Elizabeth thought herself barren and dead.
Her glad heart is full of sweet anticipation;
what manner of child will this favored son be?
She sits on her cushion beneath rays of sunlight,
while pondering mysteries greater than she.
Her husband saw visions and spoke with the angels,
but could not converse with her of this great thing.
She sits on her cushion beneath rays of sunlight
and wonders what changes this small child will bring.
She feels the sharp spasms spread all the way through her,
and knows that her time of deliv'rance is near.
She sits on her cushion beneath rays of sunlight
awaiting the miracle yet to appear.
She sits on her cushion beneath rays of sunlight,
her infant son snugly held safe to her heart.
Aware there are others that whisper of greatness,
yet savors the sweetness her newborn imparts.
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