What the world would call noble birth
was not given to You, the Son of God.
Though you were of the line of David
the King, born of royal stock in Israel,
yet You were born in a humble stable,
between an ox and an ass laid to sleep.
Your mother had her promise to keep,
the holy fiat of a descendant of David
who bore in love the very Son of God.
Though born of a station very humble
in the poor land of a conquered Israel,
Mary became the mother of the King.
Thus, Mary became Heaven's Queen,
seated with her child the King whose
life was a gift from the Father, a rose
ever blooming from the root of Jesse,
crushed for our iniquity, bore quietly
what the world calls an ignoble death.
You proclaimed the Kingdom of God,
the Kingdom that is not of this world.
You sit enthroned at the Father's hand,
the King born to Mary, Mother of God.
Related: Why do Catholics call Mary the Queen of Heaven?
Note: The above is a picture I took of a Coptic icon called the King and Queen of Heaven, depicting Jesus the King as a child, Mary His mother enthroned, and the angels surrounding them.