
Mourning Mary
Rising from her fall
Feeling me smile
As she learns to stand tall
Mourning Mary
Such sweetness I behold
Her eyes open to her story
As she watches the past fold
Mourning Mary
It’s time to rise
No time to look back
Praise to replace those lost cries
Mourning Mary
Don’t you see
Beyond your ocean of yesterday
The tomorrow of all you could be
© Jill Roche, 2014
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