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ND, Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord, 47 And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. 48 For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. (Luke 1:46-48)
I declare without any malice intended to Rome the English Reformation Church does not regard Mary in any wise other than by those attributes revealed in Scripture. She is by no means the Mother of God since God has existed from eternity Past. She bore our Lord Jesus Christ as a vessel of God’s choosing – and as a worthy vessel for that purpose. Nowhere in the revealed Word is Mary granted the special privilege of being raptured into Heaven; therefore, we write what we know to be the truth untainted by the traditions of men.
A while ago, I wrote this poem of Mary. I hope you will enjoy it.
Mary – Mother of Virtue and Love
A precious virgin, sweet and gracious
Lived in ancient Galilee.
She was by parents loved and precious
Praying oft on bended knee.
Virtue, love, and grace possessed her
As she dreamed of things to be,
Never guessing of the splendor
Of the visions she would see.
In the lonely hours of even
As she labored all alone
Came a glowing glorious Being
Whose brightness through the shadows shown.
Lo, now Virgin, God is with thee
Spake the Angel, Gabriel
“Hail, thou that art highly favoured,”
As with fright her face grew pale.
“Fear not, Mary.” Came the answer
As her soul drew comfort then.
You shall soon conceive the Savior
Gods own Son, and Son of Man.
The Holy Spirit shall o’er-shadow
And come upon you as you sleep.
Soon the promise of the Father
He shall in your Baby keep.
Blessed above all other women
Shall you be henceforth anon.
And angelic choirs of Heaven
Shall proclaim His coming soon.
Many years of love and caring
Did this blessed Mother spend
On her Son Most Holy, guarding
Until at Calvary came the End.
Twas not the End, but the Beginning,
As He died upon the tree.
His death assured His victory winning
As Mary’s heart was pierced with grief.
His disciples shared in sorrow
Those three days and nights of grief.
But the sunrise at the Garden
Brought a joy beyond belief.
See poor Mother, bent and weeping
As this news is told her now.
Empty Tomb and Risen Savior
Proves the Truth of Heaven’s Vow.
Kindly Mother, gentle Mary,
How with love we think of thee
Now have you no need to tarry
By the cross your Son to grieve.
Were all mothers just as lovely
And with virtue, love, and grace,
To Nurture up their sons and daughters.
This would be a better place.
Amen.
© Jerry L. Ogles
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