Below is a poem about trusting God with all we have. I realize I've conflated several Mary characters, but this is something of a collective thought.
I give you everything
the world counts as value
the essence of all I have
the perfume of my identity
the fragrance of fantasy
in the minds of mounting men
the odor of my defense
against sweat-soaked invaders
my all flows freely
not a drop do I withhold
of this aromatic profit
and the body sold to gain it
what was preparation to you
was finality to me
today I die in you
Jesus, live in me
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