After Easter –A Mother’s Pain, A Mother’s Joy

A mother blessed like none before
with a child of promise to be born
A lowly servant, a man, a king,
Who’d rule the world but own nothing,
To her was born a son so brave
He’d give His life the world to save
And in the process she’d know pain
because he’d give all earthly gain
To win, to run, complete the task
of giving all the Father asked,
And while still young he felt the sting,
The scourge, the nails, the thorny ring
And vines of pain around his head,
To cause to fear and fill with dread,
The dark of death, the sting of woe
He’d drink the cup and here below,
He’d give His life, the price of sin,
And give us hope to live again,
The women stayed there near the cross,
To grieve and comfort those who lost,
Her son, their brother, companion, friend
The one they’d followed to the end
There in the dark and lonely grave,
He lay alone, await the day,
When he would rise, up from the tomb,
Like Spring’s new field of flowers bloom,
Announcing hope and filled with life,
New hope begin and day of light
His mother clung to him in fear,
That she had dreamed it all and here
There was no living, breathing form,
Clutched in her grasp, and all forlorn,
Could it be that he’d come back
To live again and just like that,
He’d leave again from the rocky mount,
To dwell in Heaven there was no doubt,
She saw him go, her heart grew weak
And answers vain she had to seek,
If only she could have him stay
And be with her throughout the day
She waited in an upper room
Trying to suppress the gloom
And dread that she would never see
His face again in history,
But wait she did as he had asked
Until the numbered days had past,
The Spirit came like wind in Spring
And brought new joy and everything
The Spirit wind, it came in tongues
Of fire and sat on every one
His mother there, just like he said
Was also comforted and led
To know the King of Glory here
Her Savior, Lord, her son so dear!