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(Sketch of Mary with lamb, by Olan Smith, 2006. pencil on paper.)
Mother Mary Cries.
©06-26-21, Olan L. Smith
Jesus wears the crown―
We bend our knee to the ground.
Mary is the female rule―
She comes by the light of day.
He falls to the dirt, ever low―
She is his desire―
He wears the royal crown.
Mary is his love, Mother Mary cries―
He falls to the ground, he kneels, love defies.
Three hang on the tree, blood runs down―
He wears the royal crown.
Come to him, and look him in the eye―
Is he not the Son of Man?
Mary is his desire, comes to the cross.
He falls on the tree he is her desire―
Three hang on a cross, their blood runs down―
He falls to the ground, ever low―
He wears the royal crown.
Mary is his love, Mother Mary cries―
He falls to the ground, he kneels, love defies.
Three hang on the tree, blood runs down―
He wears the royal crown.
Come to him, look him in the eye,
Touch his wound fill your doubt, with love's sure grace―
Mary is his love, Mother Mary cries―
Three are lifted on the cross, it is all man desires.
He falls to the ground, ever low,
He falls on the tree, father is his only plea―
He kneels to the earth, ever low.
Mary is his love, Mother Mary cries―
He falls to the ground, he kneels love defies.
Three hang on the tree, blood runs down―
He wears the royal crown.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
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