Mariah

MARIAH

I make this poem not

to persuade a lot

is got from reading like

you minister a bike.

I make this poem just

so that the reader must

amazed be by the flow.

That is the goal, you know.

Mariah, lovely, gazed

at Jesus, as amazed.

To Him she life did owe.

And, He was one to know.

He was a man to love.

And He was from above.

Anointing Him, she wept.

Both beings Jesus kept.

The Lord was God and man.

No-one to be that can.

The cross one let Him face –

the first, and also ace.

Mariah let Him be.

Adoring Him did she.

She wept, and let Him feel

the being one for real.