She was an inspiration to us all,
The weak, the wounded, the weary, and the small
And who could count the seeds sweet Mary sowed
Save the One who gave her seeds to sow,
As bright reflected light Sweet Mary shone.
Steady as the Stone on which sweet Mary built her home, her countenance would light up the darkest day you've known. Some look death in the face and find it scary. Not sweet Mary, no, she understood.
The self portrait that sweet Mary would paint, would show her as less than the least of saints, but we all know better, yes, we all know better she was...she was...steady as the Stone on which sweet Mary built her home, her countenance would light up the darkest day you've known.
Some look death in the face and find it scary. Not sweet Mary, no, she understood, she'd always known, then there she stood, before His throne, she laid there still, a final breath, we felt her go, and she was home. Sweet Mary's home.
Lyrics for Sweet Mary, by Drew Gustafson