Can you imagine the pain
That Mary must have felt,
As her child hung on the cross that day;
The agony that filled her soul,
The tears that flowed,
Their decision she could not sway?

A Mother's love for her child
Is such a strong part of her life,
Like an extension of herself.
Every breath the child breathes,
Every tender hug and kiss,
Not one memory every leaves.

So, for Mary to witness
Such a scene
Was probably more than she could bear.
She must have cried out,
Don't you know that's 'my child'
Hanging there?

God knew the agony
That Mary would feel,
On that fateful day,
For He himself felt
That same agony
As His Child hung that way!

"Crucify Him" they chanted,
Not knowing what lay ahead.
They didn't realize that
He was their Saviour,
Until He, too, was dead.

But, one bright and glorious morning,
They checked the grave where Jesus lay.
The tomb was empty,
The rock had been rolled away.
Jesus had RISEN that day!

Mary had lost a Son,
But the World gained a Saviour
On Resurrection Day.