Rosary Poems - Poems about Rosary

In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun. The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars. A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son. Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts. Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth, Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son...

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Preserved from original sin by grace given by God, In preparation for what she would do. She lived to give the Father all glory praise and laud, And in her loving care the Christ Child lived and grew. She maintained her faith in Him even to the cross, Always pointing out to us the Way. Through her joys and sorrows, her...

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The risen Christ appeared to them and told them all to wait For the promise they had heard Him speak The coming of the Advocate, the Spirit strong and great To strengthen them, lifting up the weak. They waited all together just as the Lord had said, And suddenly they heard a mighty wind. The Spirit came like tongues of flame,...

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Taken up to heaven to sit at God’s right hand, He sent His apostles to every man, To teach, to preach to heal so all may understand He died, He rose and He will come again. He raised His hands, blessed them and rose up out of sight Then they went forth to preach everywhere. To tell the world about the...

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The first day of the week, while it was still dark She visited the tomb with a heavy heart. How it did occur she just couldn’t say But the stone was rolled away! Alleluia! He is risen! Alleluia! We are saved! Alleluia! He is risen! Alleluia! He has left the grave! Then, John and Peter ran so that they might see. They...

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He carried our sins as He carried the cross. He walked up to glory through pain and through loss. He fell many times but got up once again As He carried our sins. A man from Cyrene they had pulled from the crowd, Who wished not to help, who protested aloud. But in the end took up the cross of our...

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Condemned to die, beaten and torn. Upon His head a crown made of thorns. Upon His back they placed a purple cloak Treating all this as just a joke. And what they said in mockery, We repeat in all sincerity, Hail to our King! Crowned with glory! Hail to our King! Robed in majesty! Hail to our King! Fall down upon your knee! Hail to our...

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Betrayed and arrested, the verdict is death. Pilate tried to resist but gave in. As surely as life ends without any breath, So, we now see the wages of sin. Beaten and scourged now, He stood before all Pilate gave up the urge to set free And convicted the King and the Savior of all To a death of great agony. Now we...

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Down in a garden called Gethsemane Did Jesus pray alone in agony. He knew quite well what He was called to do He said to God He that would see it through. As Peter, James and John all lay nearby. They couldn’t stay awake although they tried. So, in a sense, our Savior was alone To face the greatest darkness He had...

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WHEN RELIGION BECOMES YOUR OPIUM When religion becomes your opium you slip into icy pre-dawn to mosque then lie in fever flu at dusk as bilal calls again for you to stumble towards beckoning forefinger guilt chalices cringing crying You chant morning to night wrapped in dirty linen blights mantras channelled centuries ago resin rosary threadbare kitabs torn, curtains undrawn biscuits...

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Offer roses for any needs-- bloomed rosebuds from prayed rosary beads. A poor holy soul reposes-- from our Little Crown of Roses. We must pray a whole rose garden, to help sinners' hearts not harden! And keep in our hearts the pure priest, with white roses of prayer increased. Plus don't forget the Chaplet too,...

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Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest. ~Psalm 55:6 Lord, I swore not to weep, yet here in the darkness that precedes sleep I find them~ regret, grief, anger, relief~ rivers down my cheek. For: BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Line Gauthier November 8, 2021...

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Our growing children feel trapped compare themselves to piers prematurely leaving a natural thing life batters them about like a cat on a grouse they retreat to a mental cay they once called home patching wings with fear and self pity plotting another escape seasons go by and by they've grown plump -complacent- thinking they're ready for another foray mistakes of the pin feathered past their unacknowledged...

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I remember the click click jangle jangle of her rummage . Oh what a beautiful mess it was as she plucked out a red rosary for me hold. "Here this one is for you " she said as we settled in to begin our prayers to Mary. In that little makeshift room ...

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The following promises were given of the Blessed Mother to Saint Dominic and Blessed Alan in the twelfth century These promises are fifteen in number and are for Christians who recite the Rosary. The Blessed Mother promises: 1. Whoever shall faithfully serve me by the recitation of the Rosary, shall receive signal graces. 2. I promise my special protection d the...

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