I watch, holding my breath
Feeling both pain and overcoming joy.
His tiny features and newborn skin bond to my soul,
As I hold him so close, forever mine.
I ponder motherhood, an honorary role,
Intentional blessedness
So much to learn…
And then I
hear his cry,
Prayers
begin to yearn.
I watch as an angel
appears before me
In the garden’s
morning walk.
His magnificence
shines and I am amazed at the sight.
He speaks words of
purpose, a Holy Plan to be
I bow in awe and
wonder as He speaks of Coming Light.
How God…why me?
And then I hear him call me Favored
One,
Mary, so shall it be.
I watch as he grows and discovers,
Curiosity catapults and words articulate.
Motherhood is fun and hard, many surprises and delights.
Settled into somewhat routine
Jotting down memories, maybe some highlights.
The reality of life sets in
Detours appear, Grace
guiding us down the hard road
And then I
hear Him whisper…
I will
help carry your load.
I watch Him grow in
wisdom and stature,
In favor with God
and man.
Already set to do
His Will , teaching
At the Temple, he stayed
too long
Asking questions,
listening, preparing for preaching…
Soon He would gather
The twelve Fisher’s
of Men,
And then I hear Him announce,
“I’m about to begin.”
I watch him lay so still
That machine breathing in, breathing out.
Motherhood is love and hope, faith and…trust.
Prayers now in desperation
Oh, how I know God is a stronghold, a must,
As his spirit leaves,
To meet God on that night.
And then I
hear Him comfort me,
“I promise
to make this right.”
I watched Him as
they mocked,
Spat at Him and
lashed,
He walked with that
Cross,
To the hill called
Golgotha,
And one hung
alongside to believe
And one paid the
cost.
Spikes driven,
upright stood.
And then I hear Him tell me,
“Behold, your Son, this too will be
good.”
I watched Him, again in the garden and beyond
My heart seeking more and longing for the Deeper Things.
His generously guided grace surrounds
To heal , infuse, purpose me
With the supernatural in and around.
I miss him so, it is true,
But the promises are Eternal…
And then I
hear Him give me
A purpose,
for the time here, external.
I watched Him as He
died, prepared Him for that tomb
But on that third
day, God’s preparation completed the Plan.
All the wrongs in
the world hung with Him that day
For He Is God’s Son
you see, the final Sacrificial Lamb
Overcoming death and
sin, in the blood-price He paid.
Confess your need
Give Him your heart
And then you’ll hear Him tell you
I love you My child, and I will
never depart.
