At the foot of the cross, she kneels,
Her heart, a storm of love, reveals.
With every tear, a prayer she sends,
For mercy, grace, and love to mend.

Her son, the Savior, hangs above,
A symbol of eternal love.
She whispers softly, “It is done,”
Her heart entwined with God’s own Son.

The angels gather, wings of light,
To guide her through this darkest night.
They whisper promises of peace,
That in His love, all pain will cease.

The Queen Mother, with steadfast heart,
Knows from this world, He’ll never part.
For in His death, a new dawn breaks,
A world reborn, for all our sakes.