To Hear God
A Life Of Service
An Angel sent to Earth to live
Mary graced us with her presence
A life of service she did give
A soul of such sweet essence
Her pure love shined out on us all
Like flowers growing in the Sun
A darkness on me does now fall
A Sorrow that her life is done
Better am I for knowing her
Each one of us knows that’s true
Thus I believe and know for sure
That God’s work she was sent to do
So lucky each of us should be
To hear God’s call to his duty
It is Through her I now see
How God makes a life of Beauty
Now is a time you should be glad
Do not cry out, “Oh she is gone.”
Do not be down and sad
Know that her and God are now one
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece. It reminds me of this following passage. Luke 11:27-28, “a woman in the crowd raised her voice and said to him, ‘Blessed is the womb that bore you, and the breasts that you sucked!’ But he said, ‘Blessed rather are those who hear the word of God and keep it!’”
That is the ultimate beauty. However, I feel she is not gone. Her body may be gone but she's always here watching over us. This is perfect!! Bravo. - And also for reminding me to stop and pray my Rosary. Thank you for writing this.