How could you love so deeply God,
That youíd give your only son?
How could You stand the suffering He endured
Before His life here on Earth was done?
How could you Mary, as his mother,
Watch without going insane?
Seeing your son battered and beaten,
Hearing him cry out in pain.
Your heart must have broken knowing,
You'd trade places if they'd let you.
Wanting to spare Him the agony,
Of all that He was going through.
I canít imagine how you felt,
As it all unfolded that day,
Knowing how special He was to God,
Why would God let Him die this way.
You knew how special He was to you,
How special he must be in Godís eyes,
Was that what gave you hope to get through,
Or was what happened a total surprise?
Did your heart sink even lower,
When they laid him in the grave?
Still hoping for that miracle,
Still trying to be brave?
How could you keep from feeling,
Like a part of you had died?
My son was not Jesus,
But I know how hard I cried.
Silently I kept thinking,
There's a reason for taking my son.
I kept praying for that miracle,
Believing my miracle would come.
Mary, could you have survived it,
If you hadnít known Godís love?
What relief you must have felt
When He sent an angel from above
Who then rolled away the stone
Saying do not to be afraid.
Did you think it was an answer
To the prayers that you had prayed?
When He rose from that grave,
You had to feel elated?
Did you know that it was all part,
Of the plan that God had created?
How could He endure what He did,
Knowing how hard it would be,
To get others to understand,
To just get them to see?
That You are the Life and the Way
That in Your Word we need to believe.
And if we will only believe,
Eternal life is what we'll receive.
So welcome Him into your heart and life,
Accept Jesus as Your Savior too.
How could you not want to do this for Him,
After all He has been through for you?
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