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So
lovingly
they
took
Him
down
His
lifeless
Body
with thorns ~
a
crown
His
Mother
wept
each
tear
was
measured
Her
Child,
Her
life
so
much
she
treasured
His
Body
filled
with
scars
and
scorn
The
plight
she
knew
since
He
was
born
Yes surely
she
did
feel
the
pain
Of
every
welt
upon
His
frame
The tears she wept pooled on His chest
Her heart so broken as she wept
Such sadness she was sure to bear
Her Gentle Jesus lying there
His
precious
body
now
she
holds
Her
little
Child
in
arms
now
cold
Weeping
tears
upon
His
Face
She
holds
Him
in
her
last
embrace
Whispers
to
Him
very
low
Mother's
here
and
yes
I
know
You've
taken
all
the
sins
away
You
gave
Your
Love
this
darkest
day
No
Mother's
heart
can
ponder
this
With
blessedness
her
softest
kiss
Upon
Our
Hearts
a
Cross
of
Gold
The
Greatest
Story
Ever
told.
~
Francine
Pucillo
~
©Copyright March 2005
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