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The Woman That Cried In The Crowd
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She says within: “It is a man,
A man of mother born;
She is a woman–I am one,
Alive this holy morn.”

Filled with his words that flow in light,
Her heart will break or cry:
A woman’s cry bursts forth in might
Of loving agony.

“Blessed the womb, Thee, Lord, that bore!
The breast where Thou hast fed!”
Storm-like those words the silence tore,
Though words the silence bred.

He ceases, listens to the cry,
And knows from whence it springs;
A woman’s heart that glad would die
For this her best of things.

Yet there is better than the birth
Of such a mighty son;
Better than know, of all the earth
Thyself the chosen one.

“Yea, rather, blessed they that hear,
And keep the word of God.”
The voice was gentle, not severe:
No answer came abroad.