Betrothed to Joseph, An unwed mother, She was bound to be Disgraced Yet as a faithful woman, God’s will she embraced Relative Elizabeth pregnant at a very old age, staying in a far off hill, Yet as an affectionate woman, she ran to her with joy and goodwill In her final stages of pregnancy, anytime the child could be born, Yet as an obedient woman, undertook the long journey to Bethlehem. No comforting rooms available, GGot place only in a barn, Yet as a humble woman, cherished and nursed her new born. Simeon prophesized, a sword will pierce her heart, Yet as a strong woman, silently accepted her fate. At a tender age of twelve, her son was lost in a temple, Yet as a patient women, showed us how to be gentle. Shortage of wine, knew that’s not the time, To ask her son The Christ, Yet as a benevolent women, Made him perform a miracle – the biblical First. Preaching far and wide Jesus travelled, Always surrounded by a huge crowd, Yet as a selfless women, She never missed the chance to be on his side. Always criticised and questioned about her virginity Yet she is the only women ,With Him - from birth to death till eternity
That is super lyrics soulful poem For ever on Virgin Mary I bow to thee Never was it known Who sought your aid Was left unaided Inspired by this confidence I fly too thee sinful sorrowful I love thee above all things I believe in thee You guard us from above You guide us from behind We rever you for ever here. Thanks
A song lyrics go.... "When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be .................and so forth"The chorus "let it be.." may also be about the non-depilatory situation of the band members....
"Let it be.." is sung by The Beatles. It never failed to be among the choices on the Madras-B radio station....long long ago. Angloindian teenagers danced to that in their (chaperon'ed) gatherings on Friday nights.
Oh nostalgic. 2. This programme in the AIR radio in FM in the evenings between 6 to 7. I was regularly listening to it on my terrace watching the descent of ochresun in west. Thanks.
Angie, this one is simply unbelievable! Being a non-Christian, I never new of the details of mother Mary that you have depicted in this poem! Hats off to you!