Christmas Lullaby

[browngirl]

I'll never have the power to control the land
Or conquer half the world
Or claim the sun
I'll never be the kind who simply waves her hand
And has a million people do
The things I wish I'd done

But in the eyes of heaven
My place is assured
I carry with me heaven's grand design
Glory, Oh,
Glory I will sing the name of the Lord
And He will make me shine

And I will be like Mother Mary
With a blessing in my soul
And I will give the world my eyes
So they can see
And I will be like Mother Mary
With a blessing in my soul
And the future of the world inside of me

In the eyes of heaven
My place is assured
I carry with me heaven's grand design
Glory, Oh,
Glory I will sing the name of the Lord
And He will make me shine

And I will be like Mother Mary
With a blessing in my soul
And I will give the world my eyes
So they can see
And I will be like Mother Mary
With a blessing in my soul
And the future of the world inside of me

And I will be like Mother Mary
With the power in my veins
To believe in all the things
I've yet to be
And I will be like Mother Mary
And I'll suffer any pains
For the future of the world
For the future of the world
Inside of me


This song has been haunting me for months, in a good way. Like all the Songs For a New World this suggests a story, but oh, I really want to write one about this one. Maybe urban fantasy or magical realism, about a pregnant girl, alone and maybe captive, whose faith is sustaining her through her ordeal, whose hope provides her light in the darkness.

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[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Faith and grace are powerful things.


An 18-year-old girl Helena Wanda Blazusiakówna wrote these words. Incarcerated in a Gestapo prison in Zakopane, Poland. She was a Catholic arrested for supporting and helping Jewish people on 25 September 1944. She wrote these words on the walls of the prison. She knew that she would die soon, so she left this message on the wall for her mother to read.

O Mamo nie placz nie

Oh, Mamma do not cry

Niebios Przeczysta Królowo

Immaculate Queen of Heaven

Ty zawsze wspieraj mnie

support me always

This has haunted me since hearing Gorecki's 3rd symphony where he uses these words in one of the movements. Did that part of my own family write similar harrowing words on a wall somewhere?

[lindahoyland.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

[acelightning.livejournal.com]

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

That's really lovely - thank you for sharing it.

[acelightning.livejournal.com]

[annonynous.livejournal.com]

I am not a theist, which may explain why I had never heard this song, although the name Pentatonix rings vague bells. Irregardless, that is an incredibly beautiful song / arrangement. My thanks for posting it.

Ann O.

[acelightning.livejournal.com]

[hitchhiker.livejournal.com]

a lovely song indeed!

[hand2hand.livejournal.com]

ALL THE HUGS

[tendyl.livejournal.com]

I'd read that story. Really...sounds amazing.

[med_cat]

By all means, write the story :)

[hitchhiker.livejournal.com]

ooh, yes, write it!

[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

Whether you write it not, it strikes me that in some ways, you *are* it - are being the song, the story. Which isn't to say that there isn't a more iconic story to write, as well.

You have a blessing in your soul, and try to give the world eyes to see. And if the future of the world came from within you, I think it would be far better than any future I see today with the world as it is.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, you made me cry. Thank you. I will work hard to live up to this praise.