She cried.
She must have.
She hurted.
She must have.
A mother's weep because of things people done.
All because they feared the power of her son.
Who was the begotten one?

Pure as the driven snow.
She once was.
Which centers around the birth of her son.
Who God selected to be the anointed?

A mother's weeped then.
And even in the end.
Proud enough to say in death.
Job well done.

A tear failed.
But that son rosed to be powerful then ever before.