I was just a a girl
A naive one, at that
You knew it, didn’t you?
Mother of God, you said
And blessed am I, you added.
Dreams of angels playing harps
Shattered by Herod’s armed ones
Bed of roses I looked for
And a manger lay in wait
Shepherds for courtiers
Donkeys singing hymns
Three kings came and went
Gold, Frankincense and myrrh they brought
Of the first I know not
The other two, burnt and spent
The child born of me, was never mine
Yet a mother, I had to be
Agony of a son gone missing,
What would you know of that?
Three score years with me
And a man he called abba
Life was but a chimera
Of that we knew not, yet
Of a son lost,
What would you know?
He cried for the world, wiped their tears
Did he see the drop that refused to fall?
Laying hands on the sick and sinned,
Did he feel these trembling hands?
Anointed in oil by Mary the Magdalene,
Did he forget a heart that bled for him?
On a donkey, back he came,
Hosanna, shouted the world
The silly heart, it skipped a beat
Jumped in joy for a moment or two
He broke bread with his friends
Turned his blood into wine
Promised them everlasting life
And was betrayed, in return.
Son of God, crowned in thorns
Dragging a cross, whipped on his back
Nailed on a cross, stabbed on chest
Gasping for air, thirsting for a drop
Limbs broken, life escaped
Shattered, he lay across my lap
Gathering him into my arms, I said
Blessed am I among women.