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Mary at the death of his son.

Submitted:Jan 3, 2008    Reads: 108    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Mary seeing your son smears with blood
Crying and suffering with pain at the cross
Stretching your hands to hold him and wipe his tears
Burning with the desire to comfort him and kiss his pain away
Helpless is the worst feeling for a mother

Closing your eyes with tears still coming out
The agony of his death is unbearable
Every nails pinch into his body
Every scream he makes tortures your heart
Powerless you are in Calvary

With your eyes still looking into his
Your emembered the pain of giving birth
The cry of your innocent infant
That has brought joy into the heart of a young mother
Bethlehem is overshadowed by Calvary
Sadness has overcome your joy

With his last breath he cries out loud
Deep inside a part of you is gone forever
Into pain you give him birth in the world
And into pain he leaves you in the world


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