WAIT FOR MARY
words & music by
Tim Ponzek © 1995

They’re Waiting For Mary; she’s due at one-thirty
She’ll be dressed in white, calm and serene
Ready to be seen

They’re Waiting For Mary; but she’s never in a hurry
She comes with a message for those who would hear
And then she disappears

They’re Waiting For Mary; all wide-eyed and teary
The blessed and the hopeful and the vision in white
Trying to make things right

They’re Waiting For Mary; it was rainy and dreary
When all of a sudden, the sun burst through the clouds
It was a sign from a forgiving mother
They dropped to their knees and looked up to the heavens
Sure it could be no other
Some stared at the sun and saw crosses on fire
The whole thing was getting kind of scary
Some passed out from the heat and the passion
And some caught a glimpse of Mary

They’re Waiting For Mary; with the burdens they carry
And their souls are the clouds waiting for the sun
Aren’t they the lucky ones?
Waiting For Mary