A NOBODY
        Matthew 19:14
No one knew her real name
A beggar child was she.
Twisted body, wracked in pain,
Only about six she’d be.

Jesus saw her sitting there,
He gently touched her arm,
Sweet peace made her face fair,
And free was she from harm.

‘Come Mary, sit upon my knee,
I will heal all your pain,
I will heal your Papa too and he’ll
Be able to work again.

“Mary is my mother’s name,
She is as pretty as you,
Child live well, never be the same,
Remember me your life through.

There is no record of this tale.
Although there could well be,
For Jesus’ love would never fail
To bless a little child like me.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 29, 2002