Gazing up
Watching your Son
Drink our cup
What was it like
The pain he endured
Upon your soul
So gracious and pure
Oh Mary
How did you stand
Did an Angel
Take your hand
As you beheld your Son
Wither in pain
For a losts world
Hope and gain
Blessed Mother
Who bore such sorrows
Piercing your soul
The fiery arrows
My dear Mother
Who understands
Come and take
Your children's hand
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