Two Mothers
You’re the man, my little Cain
You’re the One to come!
Your destiny is to lift the pain
Our failure’s feign, begun
You’re the man, sweet little Seth
For Cain has stumbled badly
Took from Abel life and breath,
Whose faith was martyred gladly.
Who’s the man, now that Seth died?
Prophet’s eyes grow dim,
We dare not say our Maker lied,
We’re still expecting Him.
Some called Him Shiloh,
Some, HIs un-named Servant
Beyond everything I do not know,
Lies a simple faith that’s fervant.
Some wind-caressed point and place,
It’ll happen just as God’s willed,
Lost world will taste amazing grace,
In that prophecy fulfilled
“You’re the man sweet little Jesus!”
Tired Mary told her Son,
Salvation comes when the Spirit pleases,
Through a town called Bethlehem!
Underneath that shining star,
Calling “Come, O come, and see!”
Sing’s a radiant, joyous angelic choir
O’er your King’s nativity!
After all those patient years,
Spent in such torturing delay,
“Peace,” they say, to quell new fears,
“Your Saviour’s born today!”
Two Mother’s hearts tugged in two
As their grieving left them battered,
For ‘twas Mary’s tears Eve never knew,
For all eternity, that mattered.
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