Jesus was an only son as He walked up Calvary Hill
His mother Mary walking beside Him
In the path where His blood spilled
Jesus was an only son in the hills of Nazareth
As He lay reading the Psalms of David at His mother's feet
A mother prays, "Sleep tight, my child, sleep well, for I'll be at your side
That no shadow, no darkness, no tolling bell, shall pierce Your dreams this night."
In the garden at Gethsemane He prayed for the life He'd never live,
He beseeched His Heavenly Father to remove the cup of death from His lips
Now there's a loss that can never be replaced,
A destination that can never be reached,
A light you'll never find in another's face,
A sea whose distance cannot be breached
Well Jesus kissed his mother's hands, whispered, "Mother, still your tears,
For remember the soul of the universe willed a world and it appeared."
~ Bruce Springsteen ~