The Glories Of Mary Part 9 (Jesus Is Brought Down From The Cross) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Her Dolour

"The world has crucified thee,
Thy Apostles have deserted thee,
Even the Eternal Father has forsaken thee."

Ah, wail no more sweet mother
Here is Joseph of Arimathea:
She implored; he went, he beseeched, Pilate granted.

As each nail was drown out,
Mary was given, to hold it
"Ah, " cried she "cruel nails of torment.

Letting Jesus down from the cross,
Mother extended her arms to meet her dear son
She embraced him, then sat at the foot of the cross.

She examined him: his mouth open,
His eyes dim, his mangled flesh and uncovered bones
Then she took off the crown of thorns.

" Ah, Son, what evil hadst thou done
What has thy love cost thee
To have suffered cruelly these torments.

My son, see my afflictions, look at me,
Console me, speak to me;
Oh, thou speak no more, for thou art dead."

Turning to the barbarous instruments of torture;
"O cruel thorns, O cruel nails, O merciless spear,
Alas, sinners, it's you who have cruelly treated my son."

Then turning to the cruel wounds:
O wounds, o wounds of love,
I adore you, in you I rejoice,
Through you salvation is grants.
You'll remain open in the body of Jesus
Pleading to the Father for all mankind.
Oh how many, through you, will receive
Pardon for their sins
And be inflamed
With love for God.

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Stanzas 3-8 cf. Bernadine De Bustis
The last stanza by A Devout Author.

November 24