Poetry

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A woman sits alone and cries
At a table empty and wide
Remembers a time laughter and talk
Were the things to make her spirit sing

Remembers those things we will never know
The first smile the first kiss
The word of love so long ago
The precious son she held so close

Now she sits and cries
And often asks the reason why
Why did you give him then take him away
For a world full of sin and woe

But as she walks to meet her friends
She meets all with neat surprise
Mary! We’ve seen him he is alive

Now there’s rejoicing in her heart
Now she knows the reason why
Jesus died to set them free
And gave his spirit eternally

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