Mother Mary and her People
Updated on October 16, 2012
It’s at the end of the road on the banks of a river
The streets are dirty but the children still play
It could have been upstream or down
But the people live life their own way
They know God and they know themselves
Loyalty is neither sold or given up for dead
The family is held together by a woman’s hand
And each morning she drags herself out of bed
The river remains low
But not the spirit of the people
They cross back and forth
Crawling through the eye of the needle
Living without possessions or a country
The meek live close to their dignity
They don’t need a reason to live
Except to honor Christ through the Virgin Mary
As she suffered over the life of her son
So too their women suffer for their race
Who prays for you even as you hurt her?
Who reminds God to give you his grace?
True love lives on through the pain
Forgiveness has become a way of life
Happy times are not the measure of a man
For character only blooms in the garden of strife
The river remains low
But not the spirit of the people
They cross back and forth
Crawling through the eye of the needle
Living without possessions or a country
The chosen few live close to their dignity
They don’t need a reason to live
Except to honor Christ through the Virgin Mary
As they await the will of heaven
They try to remain strong on Earth
Look deep into the eyes of the poor
You will see their reflected worth
Is it them or the eyes of God?
Will he say, “I never knew you?”
Will it be too late for redemption
Or will you be one of the chosen few?
