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Mary's Lament
OH GOD !
Oh God
Oh Lord, my God.
Lord, look on what they’ve done!
With cruel spikes and
razor’d pike
they’ve pierced my precious Son.
The Son, oh God, You gave to me
In myst’ry long ago;
so loved by men
Yet so betrayed;
this Son Who loved them so.
Oh God, my God
Dear Lord my God
Do You see what they’ve done?
With cruel thorns
and lash’s scorn
they’ve torn this precious Son.
He poured out tender mercies;
He healed,
and showed them grace.
Oh, Father God, within His eyes
E’en children found Your face.
Oh God, my God
Sweet Father God
Lord, look at what they’ve done:
With dripping sneers
and raucous jeers
they’ve pierced this wondrous Son.
I’d ask , my Lord,
for all Your pow’r
to crush them with Your voice;
but this Son’s made it clear this path
is taken by His choice.
Oh God
Oh God
Oh, Lord my God.
Lord, look at what they’ve done.
With blinded sight
and souls of night
they’ve crucified
Your Son.
©copyright 2006 james a. smallish
"Jesus' mother......stood at the foot of the cross." John 20:25
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