Jesus

Mary knelt at his cradle,
Loving this tiny child.
Her face aglow with motherly love,
She gazed at him and smiled.

Did she know that one dark day,
She'd kneel beside His cross?
Her tear streaked face of sorrow,
Her monumental loss.

He was not just a Man.
But Son of the Father above.
He came to save our sins.
And brought us all His love.

And Mary was so blessed,
His holy mother was she.
She brought Him life, and watched His death,
And witnessed His glory.

The sacrifice that was made
In that sorrowful way
Was a holy gift from God
Salvation ours that day.

From tiny Babe to horrid cross
This route He took for all
The only thing we need to do
Is answer to His call.

Floria