III. O Mother piercèd through with sorrows great

“Behold, this child is destined for the fall and rise of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be contradicted (and you yourself a sword will pierce) so that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.” –Luke 2:34-35

O Mother piercèd through with sorrows great,

But never bitter—you resented naught!—

Pray teach me how to suffer, work, and wait,

Through faith in Him who my salvation wrought.

My life and all I clutch are in decay.

Uncertainty assaults me with black glee.

Pray teach me, though this world does pass away,

To hope that all He promised soon will be.

If once you help me love Him as you did,

Forget myself (I am my cruelest bane),

I know my soul of dread He’d quickly rid,

And of resentment purify my pain.

To live for Him, and seek Him in all things,

Alone can kill the bitterness pride brings.

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About Victoria Grefer

Victoria is a New Orleans girl, born and raised, with an appreciation for the charm of the Deep South. She has a bachelor's degree in Spanish and English and a master's degree in Spanish literature, all from the University of Alabama. From the age of six she dreamed of becoming a writer, and her writing career begin in the third grade with a series of stories about herself and her friends solving mysteries. She self-published the Herezoth trilogy between 2012 and 2014 and is working on its second edition. She is soon to be a graduate student of theology.
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