Mary, sweetest
lady, you who gave
birth to Jesus,
When He was a
baby and a little
child
In those
silent years,
never asking
why,
Did people seek
Him for His grace
I wish I was
there to see the
miracles
What I would
not give, to see
His lovely face
Mary, sweetest
lady, did you cry
when He was
rejected
I am only a
human who follows
in His footsteps
Yet, people
reject me also,
Because my
heart they do not
know.
One day I knelt
in front of Him
His hair is
brown like mine
My eyes are
blue like His
He put His
hands on my head
I could almost
feel a warmth
I felt it all
over and within.
Mary, sweetest
lady, as He grew
Did God tell
you what was to
happen
To be
beaten with thorns
pressed on His
brow
I felt His
tears, they were
also my tears
Mary you
suffered with Him
He looked
at you and said
"God forgive them"
Then at three
o'clock Jesus
said. "It is
finished"
His victory proved
He was our friend.
Jesus died for
the sins of man
His love
eternally
displayed
Mary saw Him
after He had risen
Many saw Him
alive, after that
day.
When we die, it
is Jesus who
takes us by the
hand
Heaven is a
peaceful,
beautiful place
If the Lord was
not holding us, we
would be blind to
all
When Jesus
blesses us, we
feel holy and
greatly loved
Mary, sweetest
lady, called by
the Lord
Because The Son
of God came upon
on this earth
We were given a
second chance, of
life forevermore.
~*~
