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Can any grief be greater than the one
A mother suffers standing by the tree,
A gibbet tree and see her only son
Hanging from it in shame and agony?.

What grief beyond all words must rend her heart
To see flesh of her own flesh hanging there;
Her loving heart pierced by a cruel dart
And her beloved son’s pierced by a spear.

Affliction, grief and sorrow bottomless,,
To feel fulfilled what Simeon had foretold
O pain, heartbreak, untellable distress,
As crucified her son she most behold.

O Mater Dolorosa, see your Love,-
Your cherished son and what they did to Him -
Stretched out upon the gibbet high and rough
With gashes wounds and tears on every limb

He’d healed the blind, the mute, the deaf and lame
Rose up the unprotected to defend.
But now, he is hanging from the tree of shame
And cruel nails pierce both his feet and hands.

A crown of thorns is pressed upon His head
His face is swollen from the brutal blows
Dealt unto Him by soldiers while they spat
On Him, and rills of blood cake on His brow.

You who rejoiced once in His baby smell,
Attentive to your sleeping infant’s breath,
Now hear the taunts and jeers against Him swell,..
And gasps of His last agony of death.

Oh pain, - oh matchless dolor pain and grief!
His body’s broken and His head is bent
Between a cursing and a rueful thief,
He hangs, - outcast,- the mother’s heart is rent!.

Lady of Sorrows! - Mother dear take care
Of those that crushed by grief and sorrow groan
And agonize,-- obtain for them their share
In the eternal glory of your son.

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Mater Dolorosa

Contributed by elizabeth_dandy on Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 04:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: ChristianPoetry

Can any grief be greater than the one
A mother suffers standing by the tree,
A gibbet tree and see her only son
Hanging from it in shame and agony?.

What grief beyond all words must rend her heart
To see flesh of her own flesh hanging there;
Her loving heart pierced by a cruel dart
And her beloved son’s pierced by a spear.

Affliction, grief and sorrow bottomless,,
To feel fulfilled what Simeon had foretold
O pain, heartbreak, untellable distress,
As crucified her son she most behold.

O Mater Dolorosa, see your Love,-
Your cherished son and what they did to Him -
Stretched out upon the gibbet high and rough
With gashes wounds and tears on every limb

He’d healed the blind, the mute, the deaf and lame
Rose up the unprotected to defend.
But now, he is hanging from the tree of shame
And cruel nails pierce both his feet and hands.

A crown of thorns is pressed upon His head
His face is swollen from the brutal blows
Dealt unto Him by soldiers while they spat
On Him, and rills of blood cake on His brow.

You who rejoiced once in His baby smell,
Attentive to your sleeping infant’s breath,
Now hear the taunts and jeers against Him swell,..
And gasps of His last agony of death.

Oh pain, - oh matchless dolor pain and grief!
His body’s broken and His head is bent
Between a cursing and a rueful thief,
He hangs, - outcast,- the mother’s heart is rent!.

Lady of Sorrows! - Mother dear take care
Of those that crushed by grief and sorrow groan
And agonize,-- obtain for them their share
In the eternal glory of your son.

Copyright Â© elizabeth_dandy ... [ 2003-03-14 04:00:00]
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Re: Mater Dolorosa (User Rating: 1 )
by Valerie_Pearson on Friday, 14th March 2003 @ 08:41:48 AM AEST
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Elizabeth, this is so well written, the depth is fabulous, thanks for sharing,

Re: Mater Dolorosa (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 17th March 2003 @ 03:33:46 PM AEST
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Thank you Valerie for your taking out time to comment.
Yes the agony of a mother having to look on to her beloved son's execution is beyond human words.
Thank you forappreciating it. God bless you!
Elizabeth

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