That Fateful Day

Who could of known
Who could of seen
What was to unfold
Was more than a dream.

For years I pretended all was okay
That the dreams and visions would go away
But as they took Him I knew this was real
I could hardly breathe, my heart was still.

My baby boy who once laid in hay
Now laid in the court on that fateful day
Broken, whipped, naked and torn
His eyes weary, his body worn.

When He looked at me I could see the strain
As he felt my heart, felt my pain
All I could do was stand there helplessly
He was thinking of others, thinking of me.

I watched as they hung my boy on a cross
I watched as his clothes were tossed
My innocent baby, my firstborn son
I watched as there was nothing that could be done.

And as you breathed your final words
I could not believe what I had heard
"Forgive them Father, for they don't know what they do"
Then you were gone, your pain was through.