So small in the arms of the priest
No, his words cannot be true
My babe can’t rend the world we know
Nor sword cleave my heart in two
Yet we’d had to flee for safety
Our world turned upside-down
Dwelling among strangers
Later settled in a distant town
Then this boy, no longer a babe
Stayed behind and scared me so
In the Temple, we found him seated
Teaching what sages didn’t know
I spoke to him that Friday
As he struggled to Calvary Hill
And wept to see the blood
Knowing that more would spill
I heard the pound of nail through flesh
I saw the slow and painful death
I wept when the babe I’d carried
Hung his head and took his last breath
I held his lifeless body
I kissed his lifeless face
I’d lost my innocent baby
I’d ever again feel his boyish embrace
So small in the shroud his body
So large the life he led
The heavy stone in place is final
My tears have become my bread