All glory is thine, O Lord

 

 

 

 

  

In a mother’s heart

a secret opens

like the mystery

and flowering beauty

of spring,

when she tenderly

kisses her child,

she kisses the face of love,

and Mary felt

in her soul

that she was kissing

the face of God,

that the child in her arms

was the wonder

of the great I am

settling softly as a babe

in her arms.