Soft as dawn on Galilee, Heaven leaned to see— A whisper borne upon the air, “Fear not… the Lord is with thee.” No sound of wings, no trumpet call, No glory’s blinding flame— Just starlight on a humble wall, And Mary spoke His name. Her breath was still, her hands were clasped, The moment pure and small— A whisper changed the world at last, And mercy touched us all. Gabriel’s whisper, tender and mild, Carried the promise to woman and child. No thunder spoke, no kingdom stirred— Only her faith in a single word. She bowed her head, the silence grew, Her spirit filled with flame— And though her heart in trembling knew The weight and wonder’s name. “O let it be,” her voice did say, Though fear and love entwined— For in her yes, the night gave way, And grace redeemed mankind. Gabriel’s whisper, tender and mild, Carried the promise to woman and child. No trumpet blew, no crown was worn— Only her courage, and Christ was born. “Fear not, O favored one,” “For the Lord is with thee.” Gabriel’s whisper, holy and near, Still falls on hearts that learn to hear. When faith is frail and hope is dim, The voice of God still whispers to them. Gabriel’s whisper, holy and near, Still falls on hearts that learn to hear. When faith is frail and hope is dim, The voice of God still whispers to them.
