MY SON - MY LORD (written by Gail Batton - 11/22/93 - Monday - 8:02 a.m.) All mothers cringe when their child leaves home Into the world they go - voyagers on their own But when your son is special - a harsh pang grips your soul For no longer Mama's baby boy - He now becomes my Lord I nursed my baby son - to my breast did he survive I rocked him to his slumber and soothed each tear-stained cry My baby grew in stature and in great wisdom, too I knew the time would quickly come - when to the world he'd go When as a man he stood so tall - my heart began to break For Mama's son was now a man - and not an ordinary sort at that One day he hugged me close and said - "Mama, I'm going now" He looked into my eyes - my tears But he changed that moment - for my Lord looked deep within my heart He said he loved me but I sensed - it was a different sort of love When from my arms he pulled away - I knew to them he'd never return He turned and left my door - my life My baby was now my Lord Part of me rejoiced - for within I understood Great secrets I have hidden - from words he spoke these years But, part of me shut the door and fled to the comfort of my pillow I sobbed and sobbed for my little boy was now the King of Kings You may ask why not be proud - why weep For in my heart I know a truth - that for the world he'll die Time passes - oh, so quickly - great wonders he has done I, in the background, stare with eyes that remember He takes sweet children upon His knee - I remember him upon mine He listens intently to people's needs - I remember his childhood ramblings to my ears He speaks powerful words to the crowds - I remember those words within my heart He heals the sick and frees the captives - my heart bursts as I remember my babe Then, later, he is beaten - my life in torment screams in silence A sword is stabbed within his side - flesh of my flesh I cry the wails that He weeps not - not a sound from Him is heard On a cross He is murdered - my flesh - my son - my babe On a cross He saves my soul - My Lord - My King - My Savior Death has taken my babe away - screams of pain - cause me to faint My son - my child - my babe - from my womb now goes to the grave Oh - my life is drained from me - my very own child is buried If he had sickened and then died - a mother's sorrow would have been  mine If upon a journey great animals had taken him - a mother's grief - though large I could have handled better But no, no - my child was crucified - hung as a vile criminal Beaten - scourged - blood bursting - why? - what crime did my son do? He loved - He loved - that was His only crime He healed the  sick - because He loved He set the captive free - because He loved He forgave their evil - because He loved He even forgave as He died - that was His love My life is shattered - my son was killed A criminal was he - only of love for others To the tomb - one day - my son, my son, such agony To the tomb - two days - my baby, my flesh, such cruelty - for nought To the tome - three days - He's gone - He's gone Above all of my pain - now His body has been stolen My son - my babe - His only crime was love What? alive? risen from the dead? Alas before me I bow in humbled awe - for the body of my son was killed But the majesty of my Lord has risen I gave birth to Him - life Now through His death - I live I fed Him bread and water Now He is the Bread of Life and the Water that does not run dry I buried my son - I worship my Lord He died that I might live and now He lives forever more - ALIVE!! God Almighty - my Creator was birthed in flesh of my womb - my son God Almighty - my Creator died because He loved God Almighty - my Creator LIVES - My LORD - forever more!!