Oh, My Son, My Son…
Mary, our Lord’s Mother
suffering in silence
as she stood at His Cross…
Hardly recognizing His precious face
she had always loved so dear.
One massive bruise,
eyes a slit,
the thorns upon His brow
instead of her kisses when He was a boy.
The thorns,
a circle of flame around her heart…
Those precious hands she used to hold,
now nailed to the Cross!
His beautiful feet which had taken Him fleeting
into her arms for love and comfort
as a boy,
now nailed to the Cross!
Her own beloved Son
writhing before her eyes in His agony of death…
His swollen tongue,
His mouth parched.
But she could not moisten it.
As Mary stood watching her wonderful Son die…
she a widow and so helpless,
nothing she could do.
The nails pierced her as well as Him,
(Yea, a sword shall pierce through thine own soul also.)
Her dim eyes never turning away from her dying Son…
His wounds bled but she dare not touch them.
Near the Cross,
her vigil keeping,
stood Mary worn with weeping.
Oh, how heavy was the weight of her affliction
with anguish groaning and moaning,
and confused agony of sorrow from the depth of her soul.
All had forsaken Him,
but there stood His devoted mother.
Oh, the cold, cold still of that sword
that pierced Mary’s heart.
The stark reality of it all
pounced upon her soul.
Mary’s and His relationship
would never be the same.
He would never be
any longer
her Son
But her Savior.
Mary’s silence is proof
that Jesus is the Son of God,
the Son of God.
Where do you stand at the Cross?
As you stand there at Gotha to see the Love and His Blood
that flowed from our Savior to His own Mother,
may we know that same Love and Blood flows towards us as well.
He is willing and ready to accept you
as you accept Him.
Be saved today,
be saved today!
Song & Artist: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross by Kathryn Scott
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