Christian poem 'Mary's Tears' by Patricia Joan Polhans (Christart.com)

Mary's Tears
by Patricia Joan Polhans

The baby born and placed in Mary's arms
Was birthed in a stable much like a barn.
This tiny little infant that was so meek and fair
Began to reach out and touch Mary's long hair.

His hand was so tiny but his voice was bold
Just like his father's, or so I am told .
His face, that of a Savior and yet of a man
With an aura 'bout him as he lay in Mary's hands.

As she looked upon the baby's precious face
She could see that he was a child full of grace.
She cuddled him close to her loving breast
For she knew he was a child unlike any of the rest.

She could only imagine the miracles that he'd do,
Healing sinners and casting out demons, too.
She dreamed of him someday walking on water.
And of having many sons and many daughters.

He'd learn to take water and turn it into wine.
And would feed thousands of people in a short time.
There'd be no end to the mighty acts he would do,
This child born to Mary and Joseph, too.

But amazingly and to her own great surprise
He was the son of God for this she surmised.
So great and mighty in his own special way
This Christ child born on Christmas day!

Oh, the mighty feats he had to offer
But, alas, a time would come when her child would suffer.
This precious baby would be left alone to die
Abused and rejected, as tears filled Mary's eyes.

As each one trickled down her tender cheek
She cried out in anguish as her body grew weak!
"My precious little baby, my little Christ child!
Oh where can I hide you for just a little while?

I must protect you, no one must ever know
That you've been born to me just like the prophets told!
Should I hide you in a bush or escape by the sea
Where I'll shelter you in my arms right next to me?

Should I send you on a boat unto a foreign land
Or should I give protection within my own hands?"
Whatever shall I do! Whatever shall I say!
So that my baby won't have to suffer that way?

Oh…but there's no place to hide him for I can surely see
That he came from the Father and was only loaned to me.
"Oh, where shall I go, whatever, shall I do?
I must protect you Jesus, for my heart has loved you!"

But, alas, I must accept, it's a given fact that one day
This child must go to the cross and die on Calvary!

Please contact Patricia Joan Polhans at "polhanspatricia@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.

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