Classic Poem

" His body is wrapped all in woe,
Hand and foot He may not go.
Thy Son, Lady, that thou lovest so
Naked is nailed upon a tree.

The Blessed Body that thou hast born,
To save mankind that was forlorn,
His Body, Lady, the Jews have torn,
And hurt His Head, as ye may see. "
When John his tale began to tell
Mary would not longer dwell
But hied her fast unto that hill
Where she might her own Son see.

" My sweete Son, Thou art me dear,
Oh why have men hanged thee here?
Thy head is closed with a brier,
Oh why have men so done to Thee? "

" John, this woman I thee betake;
Keep My Mother for My sake.
On Rood I hang for mannes sake
For sinful men as thou may see.

" This game alone I have to play,
For sinful souls that are to die.
Not one man goeth by the way
That on my pains will look and see.

" Father, my soul I thee betake,
My body dieth for mannes sake;
To hell I go withouten wake,
Mannes soul to maken free. "

Pray we all that Blessed Son
That He help us when may no man
And bring to bliss each everyone
Amen, amen, amen for Charity.