A Mother’s Tears
By Rebecca L. Moyers
Come here my son
And rest your head
Please use my shoulder
For your bed
You look so tired
With furrowed brow
Come rest your mind
Try some how
Your troubles are many
Your burden great
Come rest my son
The world can wait
For even kings
Need time to rest
You’ve worked so hard
And done your best
She held her son
And while he slept
She kissed his brow
And Mary wept
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