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Jesus Meets His Mother
You half hoped she wouldn't be there and yet You knew she would.
You hated to see her suffer but You needed her support, didn't You, Lord?
It wasn't that she could do much;
It was just her presence,
That look of anguish and understanding and love.
It helped You to forget about the others who had let You down.
Lord, I am one of the ones who let You down.
I can't return Your glance like Mary.
In church I sing out that I love You - in safety,
But on the city streets or seated round the fire,
I hear myself say: "I do not know Him."
And then I hate myself.
O Peter, help me to accept my confusion and my tears.
When the Lord looks towards me, do not let me look away.
Mary, thank you for just being there.