MARY (A Prayer)

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You stand at the crossroads
Of time and eternity
Intersection of all creation

A desire as old as Eden
Burning in your soul
The yearning of every child

Who has graced the earth
Embodiment of humanity's Hope 
Of Redemption, Restoration

You have held in your heart
The wandering aridity
Of the desert and there 

God comes to find 
Lifting you up and keeping
You the apple of His eye

Humanity has found
A response to God in you
From you is deliverance

Brought forth in Christ
In whom we are born and breathe
Our perfect peaceful consummation

Healing for our scars

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  1. germainebrennan@gmail.comSeptember 12, 2018 at 4:25 AM

    So true is the yearning of every soul even the youngest child is to know God and to be close to Him. Thanks for these verses.

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