Mary held Him very close
Her heart in Him she bore
Her Son the Gift of all Mankind
Upon His Cross Savior

Saw them mock Her Gentle Child
Her Heart it ached Her so
Knew that this would be His fate
Her tears like river flowed

Steps He took upon the hill
She made this journey too
With every jolt of pain He felt
Her agony just grew

Looked at Him with loving eyes
Her Heart began to break
This Mother's Love a gentleness
That death could not forsake
 

Her Little Boy so filled with Grace
Now bowed His Head and died
Blood that dripped upon Her Hand
The tears that She had cried

My Son My Son I love You so
I knew this had to be
Mother holds you in Her arms
For all the world to see

Sleep now Child take Your rest
Upon your tomb I lay
Within three days your love will show
The path that has been laid

For You Will Rise in Triumph
The sun will glow this day
The King of Kings will live again
His Love not fade away
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~ Francine Pucillo ~

©Copyright 2002

 
 

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