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Greg Oosterhouse
Grand Rapids, MI

The Mary Spirit

When I am told that I am pregnant,
And did not expect such news,
When I tell the baby's future aunt,
Looking for the right words to use,

May I maintain a Mary spirit,
May I accept my future duties as a mother.
I want those who will listen to hear it,
That this baby will be like no other.

When it comes time to deliver,
May the Lord stay by my side.
This great pain makes me quiver,
And I wait until it will subside.

When I hold him in my arms,
I know that he was sent from above.
His eyes shine like the rarest of charms,
And I feel an overwhelming sense of love.

Though people scoff at his words,
And accuse him of heresy,
Their souls he lifts higher than birds,
And he makes a proud mother out of me.

When they take him to jail,
And beat him nearly to death,
It is him I will not fail,
Up to my very last breath.

When I witness him on trial,
And the judge is harsh,
I see all of his enemies smile,
I think how can it get any worse.

As I see him lying there,
On the table of injected death,
There is a stench of crudeness in the air,
As I see the others wait with baited breath,

May I keep the Mary spirit,
And know that this is all for good.
My prayer to the Lord, I want all to hear it,
That all should live as my son, I want it understood.
Greg Oosterhouse
Monday, October 23, 2006
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