From the bairn in the byre
To the man on the cross
And the whole world between
A woman's tears were there
Mary the proud anxious girl
Shedding tears of childbirth
Mary the bereaved anguished woman
Shedding tears of grief
How little we know of her
How much she was one of us
How human she was
Cradling the baby in her arms
Cradling our Christ in her arms
Turning the first page of the story
The book that is open still
O my God
Give me this story for Christmas
Show me the faith of Mary for Christmas
Cradle me while the story unfolds
And if my faith one day grows dry
Give me the gifts of tears.
