In a Nazarene town lived a simple maiden
She had no crown on her head
Nor any dazzling attire.
She lived a plain lifestyle
Walked miles to fetch water from the well.
Her prompt obedience to her parents
Her unwavering faith in the Almighty
The sweetness of her contemplative love
Excelling qualities of a humble virgin.
Little did she know she was Godís chosen princess.
One fine day she was called to bear the Son of God
The humble handmaid of the Lord.
She cared for her son with an intense love
She was always behind the scenes
A silent yet strong person at her sonís side.
The day of testing finally dawned
She watched in horror and exceeding pain
The gruesome agony of her own on the cross.
A bitter sword lanced through her own heart
To lay her son once born in the manger into the sepulchre.
Very soon, her sorrow would turn into joy
When her son conquered the grave forever.
When her own time came to join him
The angels descended from the great heights
To lift her body and soul into heaven
The princess was now crowned the everlasting Queen.