Mary stood pure before the fall, untainted,
a vessel of light, a silent beacon,
God chose her for the quiet miracle,
her heart untouched by the dark shadow,
Christ\'s first wonder, a preemptive love,
woven in grace, she bore no burden,
her soul was a garden, unmarked blooms,
full of trust, a soft light that never dimmed,
carrying hope where sin dared not tread,
every step she took was an echo of heaven,
a hymn of mercy, a promise unbroken,
grace like a river, washing away edges,
she was the chosen, the gentle vessel,
the mercy that held the world close,
and we, in her light, found reflections.