A Mother Understands


By Woodbine Willie: Geoffrey A. Studdert-Kennedy

A Mother Understands

DEAR Lord, I hold my hand to take

Thy Body, broken here for me,

Accept the Sacrifice I make,

My body, broken, there, for Thee.

His was my body, born of me,

Born of my bitter travail pain,

And it lies broken on the field,

Swept by the wind and the rain.

Surely a Mother understands Thy thorn-crowned head,
The mystery of Thy piercèd hands — the Broken Bread.