A Sword Shall Pierce Your Heart
A Sword Shall Pierce Your Heart
A sword shall pierce your heart:
What a sword it was!
Thirty years, this agony bore
Without question or pause.
She accepted the grace of God
Humbly saying, she’s blessed;
Accepting intense agonising pain
Without complain or distress.
Mother Mary lived every moment
Suffering but never claimed
Smoother road for Son’s testament
But saw Him damned and shamed.
She was an epitome of patience,
Humility and obedience,
Never wanting but her presence
Suffering in simple humble silence.
She knew His fate was destined
For that cross on Calvary,
Yet, she faced it all so broken
Seeing Him tricked by treachery.
Copyright © Trevor Dsouza | Year Posted 2023
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