Hail Mary

Hail Mary long poem

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Well and once again I have fallen
fallen short of the glory oh but
HAIL MARY full of grace and most
most holy I have to believe that
in my darkest hours you are
watching over me with a tenderness
and compassion only a mother
can give a child, full of unconditional
love in the name of your righteous
sons name, Christ Jesus…
Oh holy mother surround me now
in your warm love light, hold me in
your arms ever so tight oh mother,
Queen of Heaven you know I only
want to be the man the Lord wants
to see me be so instead of feeling
unworthy couldn’t you just cease
the pain of my shame, couldn’t you
just look deep down into my soul
and show our Lord that one special
something he can find favor with me
once again, oh I pray, pray for me
mother Mary, most holy, most holy
blessed virgin Mary, HAIL MARY
full of grace, forever and ever…amen

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Krish Chatakondu
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God’s kingdom is full of emotions….. coming in different kinds of packages… sure of one thing…. can never be dull…. your poem too….

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