This is My Son

This is my son.
I cannot go to him.
This is my son.
I cannot comfort him.
This is my son.

This is my son.
He’s here before my eyes.
This is my son.
He dies before my eyes.
This is my son.

This is my son.
A crown upon his brow.
This is my son.
The thorns have pierced his brow.
This is my son.

This is my son.
He’s calling out to me.
This is my son.
He’s looking out for me.
This is my son.

This is my son.
My heart now knows love’s cost.
This is my son.
His heart now bears love’s cost.
This is my son.

So cries a mother’s heart.

This is my son.

So cries a Father’s heart.

This is my son.

Patricia Burlison
©2004

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