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More poems about Birth of Saviour.
MARY
Most precious of women worthy to carry
the babe divine,
The one who came to save every soul,
yours and mine,
A young maiden stayed pure enough this
burden to bear,
So we in Jesus’ great love we can all
willingly share.
A woman of virtue and a woman filled
with grace,
With God’s sweet countenance shining from
her sweet face,
Mary the mother of Jesus Christ who came
to save us from sin,
Maybe the birth in the stable was meant to be,
no one to let them in.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 12 December 2005