The Glories Of Mary 5 (The Loss Of Jesus In The Temple) Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Her Dolour 3

Hail! Woman, shrouded with pains
You were at home in tears
While thy son, at the temple with elders.

The more and more we love and love
The greater and greater the pains we receive
At the lose of that which we dearly love.

Now, Mary has lost it all
And her mean inquisition quail
To hear her dear Jesus call.

And her sorrow most bittered
For having lost her only God
To the wild wicked world.

Pondering from her cradle heart
"Why should Jesus get lost?
Maybe, am guilty of some negligence" she thought.

For the three days, did thou eat,
Or slept at night?
Nay, poor woman, you didn't.

Voyaged back to Jerusalem to behold
Thy little Jesus at the middle of the temple crowded
Teaching and counseling the learned.

Then thou doth said to Jesus
"Son, why hast thou done so to us,
Thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing".

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November 5