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Sweet Virgin Mary, when your word you gave
to be the mother of the Word made flesh
you showed the valour of a spirit brave
trading composure for a tangled mesh
No whimper of regret tarnished the birth
That night in Bethlehem when the angels quired
Calmly you bore and fed the Lord of earth
and heaven. Messiah long desired
Your tender heart was riven by a sword
that Friday when they nailed Him to a cross
Woman of silence, you sustained your Lord,
eyes lifted to His Eyes, no word of loss.
Then did He speak, that suffering Son so mild:
"Behold your son" and I became your child.
Luky Whittle
Image courtesy of Freepik with CN Whittle
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