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On The Cross At Calvary

Beneath the cross at Calvary
Her body stiffening with each blow
Mary longed to cradle her son
Oh how she loved him so!
No mother should be forced to see
Her child suffer thus
She knew it had been preordained
His suffering was for us
From the moment of his birth
Mary knew how it would end
Yet the suffering he endured
She could not comprehend

She longed to wipe the blood that flowed
Where soldiers pierced his side
And hearing his cries to Heaven
Mary prayed and softly cried
All around her, soldiers laughed
And cast lots for his cloak
Then suddenly, the sky was dark
As Jesus softly spoke
“Father forgive them
For they know not what they do”
And as Mary hung her head in grief
Jesus died for you.

Copyright© 2004 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)

Grandma Bea

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