Mary
We can only imagine what she went through
Watching her son die
We can only picture the look on her face
When she turned away from him to cry
She was the strongest woman we'll ever know of
She was the most faithful in all her time
She was given the privilege of birthing Jesus
So he could save all mankind
The likes of sin had no hold on her
Satan could not grasp her hand
She brought Jesus into the world--
The Son of God, and the son of man
She walks down the road now
Following Jesus up the hill
She's dreaded this day for thirty three years
But she knows he must do it still
She's brought up the perfect son
She's raised the perfect child, indeed
All the while knowing that he was the One
Who would strip the world of its evil deeds
She sees Jesus being nailedto the cross
Giving up his perfect life
Mary kneels to the ground and cries
For all the world her son is being sacrificed
She knew he'd raise from the dead in three days
So she cries for her son as she gives God praise
She smiles as she sees the empty grave
For all men her son has saved
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