A heart remembers faithfully
just thirty years before
A blessed gift from Heaven
the night her babe was born ~
Within her arms she cradled him
as still a star shone bright
Above the little town where he
was born that blessed night.
Throughout the years he brought her
such everlasting joy
As he grew to be a man
from that playful little boy ~
Within his father's footsteps
an image he became
A carpenter, a fisherman,
and Jesus was his name.
A teacher of the parables
a healer for the sick
Within his hands a power came
brought strength unto the weak ~
He travelled many many miles
with stories to be told
Of treasures, riches, sins and shame
as lessons for our souls.
Mary, mother of this man
chosen then to bear
The Holy gift of Christ the child
with love beyond compare ~
Grateful for the blessings that
on her God did bestow
In choosing her to raise the child
soon all the world would know.
Tears of pain befell her now
as she looked upon the scene
That tore apart the faithful heart
with everything it seems ~
Her son, her one beloved child
shackled to a tree
As soldiers whipped and tortured him,
my God, how can this be?
Silently she bore the pain
as any mother will
Witnessing the agony
her son must surely feel ~
Watching with a heavy heart
the scourging of the whip
So merclessly that tore at him
until his flesh was ripped.
Her years of memories never dim
as she stood at his feet
Praying for a miracle
that sin could not defeat ~
A plan she knew must surely be
no matter what the cost
For grace and love to take the place
with him upon the Cross.
Lent to her from Heaven
she'd come to understand
That on the Cross as her Saviour
He wasn't just a man ~
She knew God's will must be done
but it would be a lie
If she said it didn't hurt
to watch her son slowly die.
