by Ken Sehested
My soul magnifies you, O Lord, and my spirit rejoices in your Saving Presence.
Everything in me comes alive when you look in my direction.
No longer will I languish among the unnamed, the unknown, the unworthy.
Hereafter, for generations, when my name is spoken, all will know it echoes the wonder of your Mercy.
Your power is sufficient to baffle the aims of the arrogant. Imperial might trembles at the sound of your approach; but the prison yards and the sweatshops and the slaughterhouses erupt in jubilation!
With your arrival, the bailout bounty will flow to the hourly wage-earners; the stock-optioned executives will apply for food stamps.
In the land of lies and deceit, in the season of bankrupt promises and boardroom corruption, the lair of every heir to every privilege and every power will be confounded by the herald of your Promise.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.