Blackness covered me like a shroud.
In anguish I lifted my eyes
struggling to escape the darkness.
Slowly, the shadowy figures took shape.

I shivered with horror
at the scene before me.
His bleeding body, fastened by nails
embedded in swollen flesh.

I watched as He struggled for each breath.
Cruel spikes tore at the flesh
of his bruised and bleeding body.
I felt the agony of his pain.

From the torn flesh of His tender cheek
hung the beard matted with blood.
In anguish, I bowed my head.
The pounding inside my head grew louder.

I opened my mouth to cry out,
but no sound came forth.
Suddenly reality washed over me like a flood.
It was Passover, and the innocent lamb was dying.

The voice of the prophets seemed,
to echo throughout the valley.
He was despised & rejected,
His visage so marred, more than any man.

Surely, He hath borne our grief,
and carried our sorrows.
He was wounded for our transgressions,
bruised for our iniquities.

We like sheep have gone astray.
He hath laid upon Him the iniquity of us all.
He was brought like a lamb to the slaughter.
He hath poured out His soul unto death.

He bore the sin-the iniquity of all.
My heart withered inside me.
This child born of my body, the joy of my life,
was indeed the "Suffering Messiah."

God in flesh, the Redeemer of all mankind.
And I the mother of his humanity
was also guilty of the sin
that brought Him to this place of sacrifice.