(I wrote this song for Easter about ten years ago. It’s a little about Mary and a little about me and a lot about a compassionate God. I think any parent who has lost a child looks at Mary a little differently than the rest of the church.)
I tend to think of Mary
as a mother only can
standing on that hillside,
was she questioning your plan.
for you trusted her with your son
an infant needing care,
then you made her watch him suffer
as her eyes filled with tears.
for that baby was a man now
and the hope at his birth,
had given way to your purpose
a mother’s tears fill the earth.
and did Mary say….
If he can’t be in my arms, I’ll put him in yours.
he was yours from the beginning, mine for just a while.
I held and I rocked him this precious Heaven’s child.
now though you are the Master
a father’s heartbeat I have felt,
and I know you were with Joseph
at the manger as he knelt.
and if Mary cried her tears
at the foot of Calvary,
how much greater was your sorrow
you could have stopped the tragedy.
you could have reached and stilled the hand
of the soldier with the nails
but you let the thing play out
with all the pain that it entails
and did Mary say…
if he can’t be in my arms
then I’ll put him in yours.
he was yours from the beginning
mine for just a while.
I held him and I rocked him
this precious Heaven’s child