Mary walked through a thorny forest
Lord, have mercy!
On her breast a small child was hanging
That she had conceived against her will.
Desperate Mary, desperate Mary!
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Mary walked through the thorny forest.
Lord, have mercy!
Mary then hung in the thorny forest
Lord, have mercy!
What did she suffer then?
Lord, have mercy!
All the hesitations and despair
followed by fearful questions,
Fearful Mary, fearful Mary!
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She was ready for abortion.
Lord, have mercy!
But with that she would have desecrated
The commandment of Christianity.
Obedient Mary, obedient Mary!
Now she herself is hanging on a rope.
Lord, have mercy!
Sad and broken is her stare.
For being a mother did not bring her happiness.
Rest in peace, Mary.
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