Through Her Eyes

                 They saw Joy upon that winter morn,

                    When He came unto this earth.

                    They saw a young and growing Child,

                    His wisdom be compared.

            They felt the deep unfailing love,

            He brings to humankind,

            They knew the pain He would endure,

            The mountain He would climb.

In silence then, I watched You, throughout those passing years,

In silence I remembered my questions and my fears,

A silence that was offered to Omnipotence Divine,

It is the life I spent with You, Jesus, this Son of mine.

The Lamb, the Saviour of the World, humanity His aim,

These eyes they saw the torture of One who had no blame.

They saw the crowds applaud You, they felt a bitter pain,

They saw how much they jeered You,

the Lamb would soon be slain.

Your Eyes so full of love for me, are staring into mine,

I cannot bear to see Your grief, to see Your Face Divine.

The print You leave upon the cloth,

You ask women not to weep,

My Son, I hear You cry in pain;

there are no words left to speak.

Who are all these strangers and the bitterness they bring?

You wear their crown of many thorns,

and yet You are their King.

I see You nailed upon the cross, I see the thief cry too,

“My God, My God …” I see You call;

there is nothing I can do.

I see dark clouds, hear thunder, and time is standing still,

Your Spirit You commend to God, You fulfill His Holy Will.

I see You in my loving arms, last time hold the Son of God,

Jesus my Child, my Lord, my All,

Tears fall on my Gift of Love.

Would He not visit His Mother first, upon this Easter morn?

Arising as He said He would,

His Eyes met mine at dawn.

03/20/2008