Mary seeing your son smears with blood
Crying and suffering with pain at the cross
Stretching your hands to hold him and wipe his tears
Burning with the desire to comfort him and kiss his pain away
Helpless is the worst feeling for a mother

Closing your eyes with tears still coming out
The agony of his death is unbearable
Every nails pinch into his body
Every scream he makes tortures your heart
Powerless you are in Calvary

With your eyes still looking into his
Youremembered the pain of giving birth
The cry of your innocent infant
That has brought joy into the heart of a young mother
Bethlehem is overshadowed by Calvary
Sadness has overcome your joy

With his last breath he cries out loud
Deep inside a part of you is gone forever
Into pain you give him birth in the world
And into pain he leaves you in the world

My narrow path

My life is a narrow path
I stumble and discourage every step of the way
I am horrified with its obscurity
And the vagueness of what lies ahead

This path is similar to old picture puzzle
With many faded pieces
That cannot be assembled together
Because it is blurred and confused

The fear of today and the anxiety of tomorrow
Challenge me not to take another step
My narrow path is not comfortable
I may go up the hill, sometimes through the fire or water

As I get further along in my journey
My narrow path is getting narrower and darker
Patience, meekness, perseverance, and faith are essential for my destiny
When I will finally get there, my narrow path will become a path of healing and redemption.