Will we come to the sacred Cross,
And kneel at Mary’s side?
To contemplate this gruesome loss,
Our Savior who has died.
In silence do we bear the pain,
Submit to greater love?
To know the Lamb who has been slain,
Was sent from heavn’ above.
With eyes like Mary, let us see,
That light and hope remain.
His body hung upon the tree,
Will come to life again.
Adapted from original post on December 2, 2016