Little Mary Sorrow
Mary sits by a window crying
hoping for something to change
she has learned that she is dying
and that nothing is the same
Mary wipes away her last shed tear
she thinks of a phrase held dear
"There is nothing to fear
when God is near"
Mary knows she is going home
a place away from hate
the glory road she'll roam
up to the pearly gate
Mary gives a smile
a smile that is true
and that hasn't been seen for a while
she says, "Lord, I'm coming home to you."
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