Holy Innocents

The cries of Holy Innocents
     Now echo through the years,
For wrath of evil was not spent
     Or washed away by tears.

Those Innocents from every age
     Join those from Herod’s day
And feel the Devil’s timeless rage
     Against Him who’s the Way.

But all the Innocents who die
     Join those from Herod’s time
And find our Lord has heard their cry:
     A Mothers arms they find–

For Mary waits at Jesus’ side
     To welcome each one there;
Forever each one now resides
     In home beyond compare.