God, did you know that your only Son
would be tortured, spat on -
that his life would come undone?
Under harsh hands of unbelievers
How did it not wrench your heart?
How could you watch, from Heaven above?
And feel those same nails
Be driven into your Heart of Love?
Oh God, perhaps that is why
You gave Male-kind the upper-hand
Above us fairer race; the maidens fine
Abraham sacrificed Isaac - or was willing to, at least
I, not yet a mother, would rather turn a beast
Than let my son - my blood, my flesh and Pride
Be cast into a sacrificial grave,
be tossed to Death aside
Am I too greedy?
Of my unconceived child’s love?
And bear not the thought
Of stepping in your shoes, so tough
Oh the irony it would be, if you give me a son
Who happily risks his fate for his country,
Lets his blood freely run
Would you impart a lesson thus cruel
Unto me, a mere fool?
Could you ask a mother
to set her love aside?
to set her love aside?
For me to witness your glory,
To be obedient without fault,
Oh God, grant us mother’s mercy -
Our sinner’s nature to revolt.
- Lina Scarborough
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