MY TIME TO BE A MARY
At one time in my life a Martha it seemed I had to be,
Not like blessed Mary, sweetly kneeling at Jesus’ knee,
The one that had to cook, clean, stay and mind the family,
I felt many times that I was not being the true me.
My heart longed to be a Mary as I had to work,
I prayed to be a Mary though work I’d not shirk,
Sometimes I could be a Mary amidst each Martha task,
Some wise sister told me that because I often did ask,
One day I’d be a Mary, my prayer answered some way.
Then years later when my hopes were beginning to fade,
My dear Father had heard me as I constantly prayed,
We were called to work in the temple of our Lord,
Now I could truly be a Mary and listen to His word.
But now comes a miracle or so it seemed to me,
That my Martha and my Mary combined and set me free,
For in the temple you work like a Martha to be a Mary,
And learning the ways to guide us all to live for eternity,
Worshiping Jesus and the Father in heaven above
As we learn and work in the temple finding His true love.

M Ann Margetson © September 5, 2001