If I Were In Mary's Place
When I put myself in Mary's Place
And look at my son's little face,
I really feel the pain,
As she saw her son slain.
Can you imagine your son being whipped,
And then his clothes from him they stripped,
And they replaced them with a robe of red,
And thrust a crown of thorns upon his head.
Can you see your son carrying that cross up the hill,
And knowing he was to die because it was God's will,
Do you hear them yelling, CRUCIFY! CRUCIFY!
We want to see the King of the Jews die.
Can you hear the pounding as the hammer and nail meet,
Look at them they're pounding them in his hands and feet,
Just think how great God's love must be,
To see his son suffer and not set him free.
And then they thrust the cross into the ground,
As his mother and some friends gathered round,
But what could a mother do or say,
All she could do was kneel and pray.
Do you know what his last words were to be,
Before he died and his spirit was set free,
"Father, forgive them for they know not what they do",
Even on the cross He had forgiveness for me and you.
Then after our Savior had died,
They pierced Him in his side,
Can you imagine their fear and surprise,
When on Sunday they heard, "He's Alive!"
He died on that wooden cross,
So all would not be lost,
He died to set us free,
And give salvation to you and me.
So when you picture this scene
Stop and think what it all means,
To put yourself in Mary's place,
And look at your son's tortured face.
This poem was written by my Mom
Mae Mosholder "I Love You Mom!"
Send me an email!
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