

Prompt / Lyrics
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.
Tags
Light symphonic folk rock/Medium to fast empo, minor key, Female singers
4:33
No
4/17/2026