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MarianD
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Out of the times of darkness
out of the hour of distress
from this I found my peace,
from here I found my rest.
A beautiful woman, wearing white
appeared to me in a blazing light
I thought “What a wonderful sight!”
for she had come in my plight
“Why do you cry, my child?
What caused you to lose hope?
Why are you sad, why do you mope
what is it with which you cannot cope?”
“Oh woman,” I said “why do you care?”
For a while she did nothing but stare
and finally said “Because your sadness I cannot bear,
I love you too much, even more than you’d dare”
I asked “What good is love
if it flies away like the dove?
You know not of my tears.
You cannot calm my fears”
“Love is a smile” she said
"Something you haven’t seen for a while.
Love is my prayers
and it is my concern for all your cares.
Love is my devotion
to you who I hold dear
And because you have cried for me,
I will dry your tears.
Love is my motherhood,
caring as a mother should.
‘Stabat Mater Dolorosa’
I, ‘the Sorrowful Mother stood.’
So here I stand, before my son in pain
Be sad no longer, for you called and I came."
Is this possible, could this be?
Is this the Blessed Mother I see?
“I love you my child, always trust in me
In me lies hope; in me lies this key”
“Mary I love you, I didn’t give the love you’re due”
“Do not worry my son, for I love you too.”
out of the hour of distress
from this I found my peace,
from here I found my rest.
A beautiful woman, wearing white
appeared to me in a blazing light
I thought “What a wonderful sight!”
for she had come in my plight
“Why do you cry, my child?
What caused you to lose hope?
Why are you sad, why do you mope
what is it with which you cannot cope?”
“Oh woman,” I said “why do you care?”
For a while she did nothing but stare
and finally said “Because your sadness I cannot bear,
I love you too much, even more than you’d dare”
I asked “What good is love
if it flies away like the dove?
You know not of my tears.
You cannot calm my fears”
“Love is a smile” she said
"Something you haven’t seen for a while.
Love is my prayers
and it is my concern for all your cares.
Love is my devotion
to you who I hold dear
And because you have cried for me,
I will dry your tears.
Love is my motherhood,
caring as a mother should.
‘Stabat Mater Dolorosa’
I, ‘the Sorrowful Mother stood.’
So here I stand, before my son in pain
Be sad no longer, for you called and I came."
Is this possible, could this be?
Is this the Blessed Mother I see?
“I love you my child, always trust in me
In me lies hope; in me lies this key”
“Mary I love you, I didn’t give the love you’re due”
“Do not worry my son, for I love you too.”
