The Child With a Name

It’s fortunate to say A mother named Mary became And gave us a child with a name And all on the earth Were all to be treated the same He stood as a stone But was broken and torn Just all the same And some want to forget And not to relive Anymore of his pain And not any of the blame Who ask how is it before You ever were born You were already giving a name They cannot believe In anyway conceive That any love you can give Comes just from a name Why stay in the dark? You know just who you are When in the beginning The way was lit For you all, by a star Not to believe that love And the promise of it Comes just from a name But still the message is true That is for all of you Treat everyone the same To believe we should not Will always be why Many of our children, still cry And to live and let live Be happy to give You won’t even try It is fortunate to say Mother named Mary became And is here to remind us As we all lose our aim But to remember this day A woman named Mary became The one who gave us The child with a name written 10-17-13 revised 11/24/14