Beholden There The Shame
(as seen through the eyes of Mary)
Oh, my Son, my Son.
Beholden there the shame
that once cursed the world.
They have beaten you, and stripped you
of honor, robe and name.
Yet they called you King!
while at you curses hurled.
The power of your glory
is covered by the dark,
As you fight the lonely battle
for those who do not hark.
Wait upon the Father’s time,
for effulgence of His love.
It will turn your darkened hour
into His glory from above.
My Son, O my Son!
Still my quivering heart
in the repose of your peace,
Ere the beating of my heart
calls it’s time of cease.
As eons pass upon the earth
and Satan’s fiery darts
Try again and again to conquer
all those careless raging hearts,
Touch all their quivering hearts
in the repose of your peace
Ere the beating of your children’s hearts
calls its time of cease.
