A Week Ago
Her own body filled with so much grief and just utter dismay
Life had so often been a thief always robbing her on the way
No longer could she bare this weight tying her down so long
For it's better to have been late and correct me if I'm wrong
She pulled out old Rosary Beads there set within her hand
"How my whole heart pleads , I hope Lord You understand"
There sitting till finished wiping away a tear from her eye
Feeling slightly replenished perhaps she could at least try
The next day it was the same and her heart didn't change
Still casting about the blame as buffalo roam on the range
Again there she sat her mind weaving through each prayer
"I'm not everybody's doormat but I really do have to be fair"
After a week or so of the Rosary she could almost now let go
Her whole mind felt free and to others it even started to show
She knew what got her there, who carried her the whole week
As there's not any of that despair even in just hearing her speak
Luke 1:42
And she spake out with a loud voice,
and said, Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
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