Saw an angel. Our maid said. The chav said excitedly to her mate.
It’s difficult to imagine, this angel business. I mean it’s ok for Aunty Gracy kochamma to see one. She prays and stuff. But that local girl? A heavy imagination probably laced with drugs. Yet the young girl sees one and she’s going to be pregnant. Not very convenient.
The angel Gabriel from heaven came,
With wings as drifted snow, with eyes as flame:
“All hail to thee, O lowly maiden Mary,
Most highly favored lady.” Gloria!
“For know a blessed mother thou shalt be,
All generations laud and honor thee;
Thy son shall be Emmanuel, by seers foretold,
Most highly favored lady.” Gloria!
Then gentle Mary meekly bowed her head;
“To me be as it pleaseth God,” she said.
“My soul shall laud and magnify God’s holy name.”
Most highly favored lady.” Gloria!
Of her, Emmanuel, the Christ, was born
In Bethlehem all on a Christmas morn,
And Christian folk through-out the world will ever say:
“Most highly favored lady.” Gloria!
Sacred Blue 