Deep, deep within me my soul is restless with praise
for the mystery that calls me favoured-handmaid of God.
Why me, the one of lowly cast?
The weight of hope in every future generation
bears upon me such a blessing
of what love has done in me: this holy thing.
Yet beyond me, generations will know mercy
generation after generation
for love is born not in the proud of heart
(they will be scattered wide and forever)
not in those who sit too comfortably with their power
(they shall be dethroned)
but in the hungry now filled with banquets and hope
in the lowly now dancing with joy and freedom.
The rest will be filled only with their empty words and shallow pride
for love does not forget
the ancient promise set free in generations past
and made real today
in the lowest of them all
and in all Abraham’s children