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