The Child With a Name
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writing this I hoped to make a Christmas poem woman friendly and also putting a woman in the center of the creation of god, and did not use his name as not to offend anyone, but in referring to Mary, we all know who I am writing about,
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
Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014
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