Donna Sue Poetry

HEAVEN PICKED THE PUREST LILY

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They knew her soul had taken flight,

Though it was hard to bear.

So standing there at Mary’s tomb
They joined in mournful prayer.
She had been their Mother since
That day on Calvary’s hill,
When Christ talked to John about her,
Before his voice was still.
They could not even fathom
The corruption in the tomb,
Of the one who bore their Savior
In her tabernacle womb.
Could they not see her one last time?
They rolled the stone away,
And it seemed to smell like heaven,
Not the stench of death’s decay.
The Apostles gazed in wonder
As they beheld the scene
Of her tomb filled up with flowers,
No longer Heaven’s Queen!
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Donna Sue Berry
August 5th, 2013

 

 

 

 

 


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