Sweet Madre



Sweet Madre, come, lift your head

For every tear you cry

Summons the angels from above

To tend each broken sigh.



Sweet Madre, come, lift your heart

The angels see you through,

They lift you on their sturdy wings

And gather strength for you.



Oh Madre come, let it flow

Your heartaches and your fears,

Let them flow like falling rain,

For angels gather tears.



Sweet Madre come, lift your head,

For every tear you’ve wept-

Flows in Eden’s golden streams.

Where sacred tears are kept.



Sharon Frye