Lots of people will spit on the ground when they say the name, disgusted.
Fifty families, dilapidated houses, rags for clothes.
A joke, not fit for decent company.
They even have a saying: "Can anything good come from Nazareth?"
And yet, here I am,
long after midnight,
hearing the hot breeze moaning over the baked earth,
to a young girl sleeping so peacefully.
I've been here for hours
not wishing to disturb her dreams.
When will she sleep like this again?
I'm Gabriel, messenger of God.
I should just deliver the message and leave.
But tonight I hesitate.
Where this will end, I do not know. Maybe no-one knows.
But after millennia of watching this planet,
Beyond a shadow of doubt
The words on my tongue will turn her world upside down
fear will grip her heart
she will suffer greatly.
her family will suffer greatly
that upright young man on the other side of town will die
a thousand deaths
because of the word entrusted to me
I never question the tasks laid on me,
but tonight I wonder:
Why this girl?
So young, so innocent ... so pure?
She will rise tomorrow,
and her world will be changed
She will be changed
Everything will be forever changed
Gently, I touch her hair and look into her suddenly wide-open eyes.
"Greetings," I hear myself say. "You are highly favoured. The Lord is with you."
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