A Mother’s Love (Narrative)

We are in Nazareth within a few feet
of this place Jesus lived as a child
With his father Joseph the carpenter and his mother Mary
In Jerusalem the mother of Jesus watched her son die on the cross
She stood by to give him the only
thing that she had left a mother’s love
It was my mother who first told me of Israel stories of this land
That made it so dear to me that I am draw
like a prodigal son to relive these stories
Here’s a two thousand year old story
that tells of the strength of a mother’s love
Once a young man lived with his mother beside a great forest
The young man was in love with a
beautiful girl who lived in the forest
He told the girl in the forest that if she would marry him
He would bring her anything that she asked
Knowing that the young man lived with his mother the girl said
Take your dagger and cut out your mother’s heart
And bring it to me and I will marry you
Well this made the young man very sad
But he wanted to merry the girl so he
killed his mother and cut out her heart
Running through the forest with his mother’s heart in his hands
He stumbled and fell and dropped the heart
As he was getting up his mother’s heart cried out from the ground
My son did you hurt yourself when you fell