At that time standing by the cross.
Were his mother and his mother’s sister.
Now we in our dark dreams stand by the cross.
Thinking this man was my brother.

She is our mother.
Our sister
Our mother’s mother.
Our sister’s sister.

Her sorrow.
Her agony
Is our sorrow.
And our agony.

But she was yet to see her son live.
And one day we will know this for certain, he will for eternity live.

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Standing by the cross
Was his sad mother weeping
We also are there

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See John 19 : 25-27