Friday, December 9, 2011
Oh what joy dear Mary has, now she is with her Son
But He was also Saviour before her life begun
My human mind can’t grasp the thoughts that freely spring to mind
What joy, what love, what daily hugs with the One she reared through time.
When Mary walks the golden streets does her mind wander too?
Remembering falls and tumbles as her precious Baby grew
Then when His Ministry began was she then prepared
For the evil taunts of sinful men when her Son’s name was slurred?
She stood, a widow, at the cross and watched her Baby die
Yes, He was man and God, that too, but in every mother’s mind
The child she bore in joy and pain her Baby still would be
And as He died He saved her soul for all eternity.