Apr. 2nd, 2017/
“To you, the Woman within me”
To you, the Woman within me:
You bore the cross from the hill.
Beside it there you want to be,
A place not everyone can fill.
Do not stumble over people's jests!
No fear ... They're none of your concern.
You have a baby or wedding dress
With Him for Whom your candles burn.
You bear the cross to make it plain,
And spit at him whom you must follow,
And cry to the world with Woman's pain
For all the suff'ring mothers' sorrow!
Please, offer her Your shoulder, Lord.
Do not let them crucify her twice!
Let ribs be turned to flesh and blood,
But make Her heart a Paradise!