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Crying herself to sleep, Mary dreamed

a man came calling with an angel’s face.

He told her she was brimming with the grace

by which a world of sin could be redeemed.

So inconceivable did her fortune seem,

she questioned if the stranger’s words were true.

He whispered soothingly, The Lord is with you.

She woke—and her imagination teemed

with confidence, now she’d been shown the way

to fend off any charge of indecorum.

She raced to Joseph’s workshop, to relay

the destiny their Lord had chosen for him.

There’d be no need for guile or dropping clues;

she knew exactly how to break her news.