A Mother's Love

When Jesus was young, at the temple they came,
Old Simeon held him and spoke in the true GOD'S name.
"A sword, dear woman, will run through your soul" —
I treasured those words without knowing their toll.
(Luke 2:25-35)

He knelt on the Mount where the olive trees grow,
His courage would come for all of us to know.
Then Judas drew near with a kiss on his cheek —
My son was betrayed by the friend he would seek.
(Luke 22:39-44, 47-48)

(Chorus)
A silent sword was twisting  slowly in her chest,
As she heard his pain  in every struggling breath.
A mother’s love is more than we could ever say,
A mother’s love is constant, come what may.

They nailed up a sign full of mockery and spite,
"The Nazarene King" — and the crowd jeered in delight.
They called my son a blasphemer, worthless and shamed,
Yet heaven knew well who this innocent was named.
(John 19:19-22)

I could not leave him — I stood at his side,
No sword could cut deeper than this mother's pride.
Through anguish he saw me and gave me his care:
"Woman, your son" — even then, he was there.
(John 19:25-27)

(Chorus)
A silent sword was twisting slowly in her chest,
As she heard his pain  in every struggling breath.
A mother’s love is more than we could ever say,
A mother’s love is constant, come what may.

The sky became darkness, the shaking ground cried,
The sword Simeon promised ran deep when he died.
But our heavenly Father saw  — every tear, every cost —
My son is His son, and no soul is truly lost.
(Matthew 27:45, 51; Luke 2:35)

(Bridge)
Then word reached my ears on the third morning’s light,
My son had been raised by Jehovah's great might.
To every dear mother who carries a sword —
Your faithfulness too is seen and adored.
(Matthew 28:1-7; Acts 1:14)

(Chorus)
A silent sword was twisting  slowly in her chest,
As she heard his pain  in every struggling breath.
A mother’s love is more than we could ever say,
A mother’s love is constant, come what may.
A silent sword was twisting  slowly in her chest,
As she heard his pain  in every struggling breath.
A mother’s love is more than we could ever say,
A mother’s love is constant, come what may.

Light symphonic folk rock/Medium to fast empo, minor key, 
Female singers