I bore him once inside my womb,
My body stretched for him,
I bore him through the crimson flow.
My God, I loved him so…
We nurtured him through childhood years,
We watched our first born grow.
I had to stand and let him go
Because I loved him so…
I heard his words, I saw him heal,
Turn water into wine,
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone,
My God, I loved him so…
I watched him walk to Zion’s hill
To taste the bitter pill.
And he must drink that cup alone,
But God, I love him so…
I bear with him at Calvary,
He’s stretched out on the tree.
I cannot stem this crimson flow,
But God, I love him so…
Image by Will Taylor, words by Jonathan Sharp Twelvebaskets
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