Son Of Mary Poem by Sangeetha Pandaram
Son Of Mary
Crimson drops adorn your precious brow
Yet no frown mars the gentle look
That saves my tortured soul
Wounds pierce your precious palms
Yet your touch calms
My aching heart
And makes me part
With doom and gloom
And Your Pain
Your Pain
Restores my being
Again
Monday, May 29, 2006
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4/25/2024 10:16:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i love son of mary and i love ur words! wonderfully done! hats off to u!