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SAINT MARY
SAINT MARY
Poorest mother you are dear;
To me none can be so near.
Your pain shocked my heart and soul
Though you are so great to all.
Who has suffered more than you?
You took care of Someone Who
Is the Master of the world
As He is the real God.
How hard it was when you saw
Him was flogged and His skin raw !
When He was hung on the cross
You saw your Son bleed, at loss
And died in front of your eyes
While you could not soothe His sighs.
No one could help, just they looked.
I don't know if then l could
Stand beside you and saint John
As for courage l'm not known.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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Poorest mother you are dear;
To me none can be so near.
Your pain shocked my heart and soul
Though you are so great to all.
Who has suffered more than you?
You took care of Someone Who
Is the Master of the world
As He is the real God.
How hard it was when you saw
Him was flogged and His skin raw !
When He was hung on the cross
You saw your Son bleed, at loss
And died in front of your eyes
While you could not soothe His sighs.
No one could help, just they looked.
I don't know if then l could
Stand beside you and saint John
As for courage l'm not known.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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