MARY’S THOUGHTS
I knew they had taken Him, James told me so,
So to the city to try and find Him I had to go,
I saw Peter, his face haggard and so afraid,
What would they do to Jesus, oh, how I prayed.

I saw Him by Pilate’s side, bleeding and silent,
Head held high yet his noble shoulders bent,
I saw the mocking crown of thorns and reed
I knew that He had suffered to meet a need.

Whom shall I release unto you this special day?
Said Pilate , pointing to Jesus in a kind way,
The crowd screamed, please set Barabbas free,
Crucify Him and His blood on our heads be.

I tried to call, no, release Jesus, but they were loud,
That unthinking cruel and mocking hostile crowd.
Then I knew in my heart that this thing had to be,
My Son, God’s Son was to suffer and die in Calvary.

Each painful step He took, I ached also with His pain,
I felt the blow of the hammer on Him again and again,
The drop in the hole, the ripping flesh torn at my heart,
Yet I knew He so perfect had to do His incredible part.

My heart broke as he suffered and hung there in shame,
What bitter joy I felt when he spoke my simple name,
My Son, God’s Son, completing that sacrifice divine
My baby born in a stable in agony for your sins and mine.

I felt the rain fall all around, the thunder shake the earth
When He said, It is finished, words of such great worth.
His suffering over at last, leaving me with an empty heart,
Yet I knew that He always had to do His great part.

No one can know the joy when Jesus was alive and risen
He overcame death, my little baby boy, unlocked the prison
Gates, My Son, God’s Son, so all mankind may be free,
And I played a small part in God’s plan for their eternity.

M Ann Margetson March 24, 2002