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A poem from the point of view of Mary, the mother of Jesus. |
I remember sleeping one night, When suddenly, I was awakened By a beautiful, blinding light. And I was violently shaking. It told me not to be afraid, That I was favored by God To be the one to carry His Child. All I could do was nod. I asked how, because I knew no man. He answered God would envelop me, And I would bear the child For all the world to see. I told Joseph I was with child, And he told me we would not wed. But an angel told him in a dream That he would take me to be with him. As the time grew closer For me to give birth, The order was given To pay taxes on Earth. We went to the city Known to us as Bethlehem. We slept in a manger Because there was no room at the inn. It was there I gave birth To the Heavenly Child, And shepherds came, Very meek and mild. They came to us, The three Holy men, Following the star Leading to Bethlehem. The king gave a decree To kill all toddler males, So we left to Egypt To escape the fateful wails. Years went by and we returned To the town of Nazareth To raise our family, And finally get some peace and rest. We went to the temple One day to pray, And left to go home. Jesus decided to pray and stay. I frantically searched For my beloved child, And finally found Him Teaching the crowd. I gathered Him up, Fearful I’d lost Him. He told me He was doing His Father’s every whim. I cried and stored these things Deep within my heart, So I would not forget These words He imparted. Finally He left home To begin His ministry, And then He was betrayed And hung upon a tree. Just before He died, He said, “Behold, Mother, thy son.” And I held John As Jesus went Home. Jesus ascended into Heaven To be with God the Father And instructed us To spread the water. The water of Life We should always share And remember my Son And His work shall be done. |