Mary's loss Was Mary's Gain
The trial was brief and bias too
His sight obstructed, the son she knew
Would pay with life a debt not owed
Serving mankind His seed to sow
Wither she would and hear the sounds
Pressing her ear close to the ground
Her sons anguish would soon become
Torture of innocence and more to come
Her cries would go unheard, unfelt
Her sighs their sound, their hearts would melt
Into a pool where anguish swam
Filled with tears because of man
Hate was present so was Hell
That walked about when JESUS fell
But not for long as GOD would call
His son to rise and Satan's fall
Their pain maybe is felt by some
Mothers with child who lost their son
But not like Him the world would know
JESUS, Abba, father we owe
Mary's loss was Mary's gain
But more today is what does shame
Man that hates and still rejects
The love of Christ, evil infects
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