You Can’t Beat a Saint

For Mary

Her husband hit her
Bruised her bad170831_1815181585556_3787385_o
She didn’t press charges
Forgave the cad

Till he beat her again
This time it was worse
She grabbed her keys
Ran for her purse

He grabbed her hair
Knocked her down
She got up and ran
Far into town

Down alleys and streets
She made her way
He couldn’t find her
Until today

They met in court
He apologized
He loved her dearly
He’d realized

She said no
She wouldn’t go back
She had a new reason
A life, a shack

The judge gave her freedom
The divorce went through
She annulled at the church
Her life became true

Then one day
She felt the call
To help other women
Who’d caught the ball

She opened a center
Got ordained
Ministered love
That Jesus rained

Started a shelter
For women and girls
A place to stay
Where hope unfurls

Never had children
He’d seen to that
She was ok
Her life was fat

She helped others
Avoid her past
Her works done in secret
Became known at last

Oprah found her
CNN too
She was a hero
To many and few

The lives she’d saved
With Jesus love
Burned with fire
Lit from above

Her ex became
A joke and a song
Ended in prison
For doing wrong

She’d pressed charges
So many don’t
They’re too afraid
The jury won’t

She was a hero
A shining light
Like Jesus, a saviour
Of those in the night

She grew old
Her projects, too
Her legend lived on
Saving the few

Because she had money
They named after her
Because she had love
The world was astir

Her body died
Her spirit soared
The love lived on
Like Jesus, adored

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