It Happened On One Good Friday
Once there was a mother
She watched her son suffer
It happened after last supper
when bread was served with wine not butter
Power players came in
Like gusty wind
They took the Mother’s son away
Saying it’s time you pay
Giving him a thorny crown
Before the judgment was handed down
A man named Pilot took control
And he was very bold
Letting the masses make the decision
Since it was their mission
Up the hill they went
Showing hate and resent
And at the request of their boss
They hung the Mother’s son on a simple wooden cross
It was there
That the Mother showed she really cared
For three hours until a storm came abreast
Screaming anger at this humanity mess
Years passed and it was mentioned
Like her son the Mother had ascended
Today a Mother
Watches her son suffer
Hoping her boy will recover
It is during this time
Faith could be in decline
Giving more reason
To understand the Lenten season
From the hours of winter struggles
Come warm springtime cuddles
Where life is in the air
Taking away death’s scare
This is the true embrace
Much needed when adversity moves into one’s space
Wanting attention by demanding a meeting face to face
It is a Mother’s love who strength comes from above
Swooping down as peaceful as a dove
Piloting its way making it a special day
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