
Ever-patient in her yearning
Though her tear-filled eyes were burning,
Mary gazed upon her Son.
(From the thirteenth century hymn, Stabat Mater)
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Can you IMAGINE what that was like? I cried through the entire Good Friday service last night, it was so powerful. It was like "Sunday, hurry up and get here" and then I remembered oh yeah, He's already risen. Whew. This is a remembrance.
I can't imagine what Mary must've felt as she watched her son die a horrible death on the cross.
But, can you imagine what she must've felt when he arose from the grave? That gives me goosebumps...
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