Lyrics

Girl in a small town room
Hands full of quiet fear
Heaven put your name on you
And the night bent near

Not crowned in gold and fire
But dust and linen thread
You said yes in trembling breath
And carried the Word instead

From the first soft turn
To the weight you bore
You were chosen, Mary
Still you asked for more

Chosen, chosen
Mother of the Holy Son
Chosen, chosen
You held the light while it burned

Chosen, chosen
Through the blade of every loss
Chosen, chosen
You stood at the foot of the cross

No room in the warmest house
Only straw and animal steam
You brought Him into broken ground
Like a prayer inside a dream

Then the road broke open fast
A warning in the dark
You fled with the Child against your chest
And kept your fear in your heart

Miles of sand and stone
With a hunted breath
You guarded life in exile
Under the shadow of death

Chosen, chosen
Mother of the Holy Son
Chosen, chosen
You held the light while it burned

Chosen, chosen
Through the blade of every loss
Chosen, chosen
You stood at the foot of the cross

And when the sky went black
And the hammer found His hands
Did your soul split open wide
Did the earth slip through your plans

You watched the blood run down
You watched the promise torn
Still grief could not unmake
What love had first adorned

Stay
At the cross
Stay
Through the loss

Stay
Though it breaks you
Stay
He is Yours

Chosen, chosen
Mother of the Holy Son
Chosen, chosen
You held the light while it burned

Chosen, chosen
Through the blade of every loss
Chosen, chosen
You stood at the foot of the cross

Chosen, chosen
And your sorrow sings tonight
Chosen, chosen
In the dark, you bore the light