Strengh in Sorrow [Mary]
Come look at me if you please, a woman honored by all.
To show great strength in sorrow was her call.
From a humble village she came, much bereft.
Nathanael said, "Can anything good come from Nazareth"?
Sacred record states, Mary of the tribe Judah, line of David, indeed proud history.
Her first child was the stable born Savior, of that there is no mystery.
The crown of faith was hers before the child.
This is a woman of joy, unselfish, Mary gentle and mild.
Manifold ugly sword piercing to be hers.
As her son willingly dealt with His life's burrs.
Greatest of these would be Golgotha's cross, and his tomb.
Could she have been spared the suffering of the son of her womb?
The last glimpse of Mary is a victorious one.
She is in the upper room where she sees her Son.
Here was the son she so much adored.
Jesus had conquered sin and would live evermore.
Bitter may have been part of her lot, but not the sum.
There was pain, it's true, but there was the joy of her Son.
She shared in His victory, as we all do.
What we learn, set your vision on Jesus alone and He will see you through.
{ RKH 2003 }
poem by R.K. Hart
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