When
they placed the crown of thorns on His head, I wonder if Mary thought about all the
times she had ruffled his little boy hair?
When
He stumbled and fell under the weight of the cross, I wonder if Mary saw the unsteady
steps of a little boy, learning to walk?
When
she saw the stripes and bruises on His back, I wonder if she thought about all
the little boy hurts she had kissed away?
When
He crawled onto the cross, I wonder if Mary saw her baby learning to crawl?
When
they nailed His hands, I wonder if Mary saw two chubby little baby hands?
When
they took His feet and began to hammer, I wonder if she saw the baby boy feet
she once playfully tickled?
When
He cried out in pure agony, I wonder if Mary heard the cries of her newborn baby
boy?
When
she looked at His face, beaten, bloody, and unrecognizable, I wonder if Mary
saw her beautiful boy?
When
He said, “It is finished”, I wonder if Mary was thinking about the beginning?
When
He took His last breath, I wonder if Mary was thinking about His first?
When
she looked at His broken body hanging high up on the cross, I wonder if she knew it was for me?
