Standing there,

looking at her Son,

her heart is breaking.

 

She is being tortured,

watching her Son hang.

She wants to take

away his pain.

 

She remembers just yesterday,

when she wrapped Him in cloth,

and put Him in a manger.

 

She remembers cleaning His

cuts when he fell.

 

She remembers His teachings.

 

But now standing before the cross,

she felt the tears sliding

down her face.

 

She knew it was coming.

 

She was not scared.

 

Then it came.

 

‘It is finished.’ And His fell to His

chest as the last breath left him.