Tuesday, November 3, 2009

About a Mother






Mary, the Mother

Mary, the mother
Rocked her tiny baby
And kissed his tender little lips.
What will his lips speak
When he’s the Savior?
What will he say when he is grown?
As I have loved you, love one another.
That’s what he’ll say when he is grown.

Mary, the mother
Rocked her tiny baby
And held one perfect little hand.
What will his hands touch
When he’s the Savior?
What will he do when he is grown?
He’ll bless the weary, lift them and comfort them.
That’s what he’ll do when he is grown.

Mary, the mother
Rocked her tiny baby
And wrapped a blanket ‘round his feet.
Where will his feet tread
When he’s the Savior?
Where will he go when he is grown?

He’ll climb dusty mountains,
And walk on glassy seas.
Rough nails will tear his flesh
As Mary falls upon her knees.
He’ll leave behind an empty tomb
To soothe the ones who grieve.
His feet… bathed by grateful tears
Of all those who believe.

Mary, the mother
Rocked her tiny baby
And listened to his beating heart.
Who will he care for
When he’s the Savior?
Who will he love when he is grown?
He’ll love the children
We are all his children.
That’s who he’ll love when he is grown.

He’ll love the children
We are all his children.
That’s who he’ll love when he is grown.


The gorgeous painting of Mary and Jesus is by Liz Lemon Swindle.

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful, peaceful, aching...I can't find a word.

    I felt it too. Too much for any single word.

    There are times when words seem so flat in comparison to other mediums of art.

    Music.

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  2. Beautiful words - You expressed this so perfectly. I love the picture too.

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  3. I love this song not only because it portrays the wondrous life of the Savior but because of the delicate picture of his sweet mother Mary.

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