Mary's TreasureCampione

### The Reign of Death I knelt at the cross and could not comprehend How Abraham’s knife o’er his child could extend. My son’s mediation no angel secured As Jesus cried out, breath no longer endured. Though Abraham’s son had been spared him that day. His knife pierced my own heart instead where I lay. My son’s broken body hung limp on the cross, For all of my treasures gained, I drowned in loss. I cried out in anguish, I wept tears aloud While whispers of doubt murmured all through the crowd. An error was made, that no man could deny When darkness with lightning flashed ‘cross the whole sky. [IMAGE CONTENT]