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| The disparage of life, that never ends There's always strife, why does it begin? Will there ever be any peace In this life, will I ever see? Is it satan boring a hole in the very wall of my soul Carving, chipping, digging away Pressing your mind, why does it stay? Deliverance is needed now to come Why to others and not to some. My mind intensely wanting out of all the struggle and the doubt. My shame has overcome Why should I be out done. I just remembered another The suffering of a mother. She watched her son demeaned And couldn't do a thing. She cried I'm sure hot tears That drowned her in her fears. She knew what was gonna be No hope could she ever see. Her baby was gonna die After living a spotless life. He prayed for souls of men While they wallowed in sin. His life was worthless to them Their thoughts were turned in. She followed the deafening crowd She wept and cried aloud. My baby is being martyred for us A deadly price, but I know He must. He was only mine for a short time To nuture and love while he was mine. He made my life happy and complete Now I watch the blood drip from His feet. A greater man there will never be The one that God shared with me. He was a loving but dreamer of a lad Who taught me lessons of what I really had. Now He must go to make things anew Prepare a home for me and you. The GREATEST GIFT for all mankind, Used to be my baby divine. So why, I am a mother too Finding life so difficult and blue. Being Mary, I could never swing She played a role that could only bring... Sorrow, sadness, sacrifice too She did more than I could ever do. So why do I disparage in life's daily woes, Mary was his mother, and Mary knows. Shirley Barr December 10, 2005 All Rights Reserved *~*~* Luke 2: 16 ~ 19 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning the child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. |
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