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