Mary Looks Down

Little Mary you must see
How one Church has clung to thee
Given muscle, given space
Much to take the Saviour's place.
Not your purpose
Not your plan
Raised before the Son of Man.
He is Saviour
He is Joy.
Yes you nurtured that fine boy
Took the calling
Bore the pain
Lived to see Him rise again.
Felt the Spirit
Baptized Room
Just as when He graced your womb.
Does it pain you now to hear
Rosary, rosary, Mother Dear?

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