MARY'S SON
By Myrtle Poor
Mary gave birth that day
To a tiny baby boy.
She laid him in a manger
And her heart was filled with joy.
Mary watched her son grow in grace
Knowing he was in God's favor
But she also knew in her heart
God had called him to be our savior.
Mary stood and watched that day
As her son died upon the cross.
He gave his life for all man kind
And did not count the cost.
She stood and watched that day
As they cut his body down.
She stood and watched
As he crumpled to the ground.
She went on that Sunday morn
To where they'd laid him in a tomb.
Her heart was breaking, as she neared
And felt impending doom.
An Angel then appeared to her
And saw her falling tears
"Why are you sobbing my dear girl?
Let me calm you greatest fears.
He's not here, he's arisen
He's the living Son of God you see."
He died that day and then arose,
So that all men could be free.
He will come again someday soon
And His children he will gather there
And we who wait so patiently
Will rise to meet him in the air.
Come one, come all and meet him now,
For he loves you all so true .
When he comes back he'll take us all,
To that home beyond the blue.
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