| Long, long ago so I've been told, there were two mothers on the streets of gold. By the stars in your grown, "said one to the other, " I see that on earth, you, too, were a mother." "Ah, yes, I once had a son, a sweet little lad full of laughter and fun." "But tell of your son..." "Oh I knew I was blessed, from the moment I held Him close to my breast, and my heart almost burst with the joy of that day." "Ah yes, "said the other, "I felt the same way." The first woman continued, "The first step he took, so timid and careful, that startled look that came over his face... He trusted me so." "Ah yes said the other, "How well do I know." "But soon he had grown to a tall handsome boy, so patient and kind, that gave me great joy, just to have Him walk down the street by my side." "Oh yes," cried the other, "I felt the same pride. "How often I shielded and spared him from pain, and when He for others was cruely slain, When they crucified Him and spit in his face, how gladly would I have died in his place." A moment of silence, "Ah, then you are she, The mother of Christ," and she fell on one knee. But the blessed one raised her and drawing her near, kissed from the cheek of the woman a tear. "Tell of your son, the one you loved so, that I might share with your grief and you woe." She raised her eyes and looked straight at the other, and said, "He was Judus Iscariot... I am his mother." |
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| Two Mother's |