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Scriptural  Mary

By

Bill West

 

 

I Walk Not On Water Nor Change It To Wine
So Hearken Oí Sinner To This Story Of Mine
I Am A Daughter Of Abraham, A Sinner By Birth
A Hand Maid Of Low Estate Used Here On Earth
My Hair Is Not Gentile Blond, I Have Not Eyes Of Blue
A Mother Of Many Children A Daughter Of A Jew
For Joseph My Husband Did Honour Our Bed
To Father Our Children Who Now Are All Dead
But I Speak Not Of These Who I Loved So Well
But Of The First Born Which Saved Me From Hell
My Flesh Saw Corruption My Bones They Did Rot
My Papís Are Not Holy So Trust Me Not

II


When I Was A Virgin Unknown By Man
The Angel Of God Spoke Of Godís Plan
For I Had Been Chosen A Favour Vessel Of Clay
To Bare The Son Of The Highest By An Unusual Way
For The Scripture Foretold Of What Was To Be
So My Womb God Filled When He Over Shadow Me
But The Law Of Moses Did Demand My Life
Would Joseph My Betrothed Make Me His Wife
I Thought On These Things With So Needless Tears
But A Dream He Received Ended All Fears
My Flesh Saw Corruption My Bones They Did Rot
My Papís Are Not Holy So Trust Me Not

III


Then My Soul Did Rejoice In God My Savior
He Scattered The Proud And Bless Me With Favour
Oí The Rich Are Empty, The Hungry Have Good Things
For The Throne Of David Would Have Jesus The King
But Before I Delivered The Man Child Of Old
Caesar With Taxes Demanded Our Gold
To The City Of David Joseph And I Went
On A Beast Of Burden Our Strength Near Spend
No Room At An Inn, But A Stable Was Found
With Straw And Dung Laid On The Ground
My Flesh Saw Corruption My Bones They Did Rot
My Papís Are Not Holy, So Trust Me Not

IV

My Matrix Was Open In A Place So Profane
From The Glory Of Glories To A Beggarís Domain
So We Wrapped The Child Given To The Heathen A Stranger
No Reputation He Sought To Be Born In A Manger
His Star Was Above Us The Host Of Heaven Did Sing
For Shepherds And Wise Men Did Worship The King
But Herod That Devil Sought For His Soul
And Murder Rachelís Children Under Two Years Old
But Joseph My Husband Was Warned In A Dream
So We Fled Into Egypt Because Of His Scheme
My Flesh Saw Corruption My Bones They Did Rot
My Papís are not holy so trust Me Not

V


So The Giver Of Life, The Rock Of All Ages
Grew Up To Fulfill The Divine Pages
He Preach With Authority Like None Before
Please Trust His Words And Not The Great Whore
Her Black Robe Priest Fill Their Lips With My Name
With Blasphemous Praise, Damnation And Shame
There Are No Nail Prints In My Hand My Body Did Not Arise
Nor Am A Demon Of Fatima Floating In The Sky
There Is No Deity In My Veins For Adam Came From Sod
For I Am The Mother Of The Son Of Man Not The Mother Of God
My Flesh Saw Corruption My Bones They Did Rot
My Papís Are Not Holy, So Trust Me Not

VI


For My Soul Was Purchased, By God On The Cross
For My Sins He Did Suffer An un-measurable Cost
I Will Not Steal His Glory Who Rose From The Dead
Enduring The Spittle And Thorns On His Head
Yet, If You Wish To Honour Me Then Give Me None At All
But Trust The Lamb That Stood In Pilateís Hall
Call Not On This Redeemed Woman In Your Time Of Fear
For I Will Not Give Answer Neither Will I Hear
And When The Books Are Open At The White Throne
I will Amen Your Damnation That Trust Not Him Alone
My Flesh Saw Corruption My Bones They Did Rot
My Papís Are Not Holy, Oí Sinner Trust Me Not

John Wycliffe 1320-1384

John Wycliffe 1320-1384

 

John 10:9 I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.

 

 

 

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