My Son, Mary Cried

My Son, my Son, Mary did cry;

Lord, why oh why, must He be crucified?

I know you told me from the very start;

But Father, my dear Father, it's breaking my heart.

As a mother, I can not stand to see Him suffer on that cross;

Father, please ease the ache in my heart for His loss.

The blood and the pain, must it really be this way;

Lord God help me be strong.......I humbly pray.

Your will be done Lord, as He goes through this last test;

But He's still the Son, that I held to my breast.

I feel every stripe on His' precious skin;

It burns inside of me Lord, from beginning to end.

Take Him Father, please take Him on home;

I will cry and bereave and be so all alone.

But I will be happy knowing He is with You safe from harm;

Until the day we're together again, and I hold Him in my empty arms.

Pat Finn finn@mebtel.net

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