Let’s ditch the differences
And play a game.
Let’s pretend the churches,
Are all the same!
We don’t let facts,
And truth, slow us down,
We bury them safely,
In the ground!
The facts we choose,
To ignore,
As ways of unity,
We explore!
I have learnt about two special devotions, which people use in order to pray to Mary for help. The first is to pray to her as: Mary Undoer of Knots. (This devotion is based on an old painting of Mary undoing knots in a rope, which represents our messed up lives) and the second devotion is based on a prayer that asks Mary to take over and help solve difficulties and problems. I have written the following prayer (poem) which ties together these two devotions.
A prayer to Mary Undoer of Knots (poem)
Mary undo the knots
That fill up each day,
Untangle the troubles
That come our way.
Mary take over
And help your child.
Wipe away the tears
And bring back a smile.
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A little bit of chocolate
Will make you feel much better
When your insurer sends you
A claims rejection letter.
If you have lost your job
or have come down with the flu,
A little bit of chocolate
Will help you make it through.
A little bit is good
But a lot is not wise.
’cause you will have to wear
A bigger clothing size!
Joe the Smoker
Joe took up smoking
When he was young.
His friends told him,
That it was fun.
Joe thought that smoking
Made him look cool,
But in truth,
He was a fool.
His lungs collapsed,
And his health failed,
Things went bad,
And poor joe wailed.
He collapsed and died,
His family cried.
“He only lasted forty years”.
They said as they sobbed,
Though their tears.
Learn a lesson,
From Joe our friend.
Smoking kills you,
In the end.
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The Mission Bell,
What does it tell?
To come to church and pray,
To worship Jesus,
At the start,
Of each new dawning day.
To thank Him,
Serve Him,
Praise Him,
Love Him,
To abandon every sin.
And also to let go of life’s,
Distracting noisy din.
Our humble messenger,
The Mission Bell,
Takes care of us,
And serves us well !
Don’t pollute your mind with garbage
garbage foul and smelly,
the kind of things that every day
are beamed across the telly.
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