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| Mother Mary I wonder when she saw His face blood streaked from thorns in His crown, did she recall when He bloodied a knee at five and came running to her? I wonder when the nails were driven in did she recall the young boy in training, learning the tools of His father's trade? I wonder while she watched Him hang, body broken, dying too young did she recall the babe she suckled, promising a mother's love and protection? ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |