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TEARS AND BLOOD
by Jeanne E Webster copyright 2010 Jeanne E. Webster Have you ever had "wondering" days When you sit and reflect upon things? Certain thoughts will linger and laze, And before you know it, take wings. I wondered about Mary today, The mother of Christ Jesus, our Lord. She lingered with intent to stay, (Heart and soul of woeful accord), That day when they took Jesus, her son. They laid him down and did nail him hard To a rough hewn tree. It was done; Silver pieces was the reward. She tarried there on that blood-soaked hill Weeping... wanting so to hold her boy. She knew his body they did kill But never his spirit destroy. His ravaged flesh taken from the tree; Mary's tears flowed fast with his blood. She cradled him so lovingly As the soil churned into red mud. His corpse, taken to a tomb quite near Was wrapped up in spices and herbs. Mary trudged home with Sabbath tears, Her heart so full, greatly disturbed. Do you think underneath all that dirt, If that hill still preserves hallowed mud... The evidence of Mary's hurt-- Her tears mingled with Jesus' blood? Shalom (Check out my new E-Book *** WOMEN OF THE BIBLE: A BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL GENEALOGY*** http://ebooks.faithwriters.com/ebook-details.php?id=546) Copyright Jeanne E. Webster A published freelance writer, editor/publisher of monthly newsletter for years. [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |