Poetry

I knew her not before my breath began nor had I heard of her who bore the lamb. When I was brought where flesh in bread is kept, my spirit felt the presence of the queen. Then water, on my head, was gently poured. Thus, I became a holy child of God At that hour, I became her child as well but then, I grew in stature and grave filth. My soul seemed doomed and absolutely wrecked. I remembered that Jesus Christ she found. I knew for sure that she will search my soul. I went to her; my hope, strength and mother. Within her mantle, I was safe from harm. I drew closer to her and knew her more. I found the joy I never had at all. All of my days were filled by her sweet grace. She was the first one to have made me love. Had I not come to her, I would have died but oh, her gentle love my soul did taste. The first person I ever loved was her. My heart she did embrace and captivate. My soul was filled with grace like her own being. The mother of the Lord had been my help and I, from all my evil d...