| A Rose is Mary's Pride Roses were Jesus’s Mather Mary her favored flower, She was inspired by this noble and hybrid creation, The fragrance coupled with the smelling aroma, Gave Mary God’s understanding of this phenom, She cherished the beauty made manifest to people, Suspected that God had favored her among all women, She become a vessel for Jesus God’s son entrance, To save those that wants his forgiveness and eternity. The dogma is so phenomenal that is to sample to grasp, We search for some understanding that make no sense, We cave in with sophistication and human uncertainties, Hoping that it will somehow give us a negative stand, Upon which we can build an insidious demand, Elevating Mephistopheles out in front of the Omnipotent, The Devil thinks that he can make God equal to him, Thus claiming to rule part of heaven in his ugly name. Mary’s rose will tel us how magnificent heaven is made, In the paddles God’s glory is visible to the naked eye, We don’t need the tempter to convince us otherwise, Why should we listen to some uninteresting life? When presence is giving us a life of splendor and might, We can tell the tempter why don’t you take you Beelzebubs, Find a planet create life according your style and see to it, How nasty your ruling will make inhabitants smirk your design. |
