My Son

Me and my friend Jamie with another song I wrote in Africa. It's from the perspective of a mother whose son has full-blown AIDS. This was something I saw a lot of this past year in South Africa. He was given HIV by no fault of his own- instead, through childbirth due to the fact that his mom had the virus and unintentionally passed it along to him. And now he's on the last leg of his life. As it was near Christmas in Botswana when I wrote this song, the story took on a whole new meaning. I can't even begin to imagine the pain, the guilt, and yet the courage of this boy's mother. And so I began to understand the relationship between a woman like this who brings her child into the world knowing he will struggle through sickness for his entire life parallels how much more God loved us by sending His Son into this world knowing He would give up His life. He can handle the sickness of Africa and the pain this mother must feel and even the sickness of my own family simply because he handled it on a cross with his own son. While this mother cries and pleas and asks every night before she goes to bed, "but God, he's my son. How can he be dying?" I think God is looking down saying, "trust me, I know." Here are the lyrics:

A baby trembles in its mothers arms, as new life is hers today. Her hands are shaking as shes afraid to ask, is he sick from what Ive done?

And she says, "this is my son, I pray hell live to see all that he can be. This is my son, I pray hes not like me. I pray his blood is clean tonight."

This mothers boy has dreams just far too big, as she prays for one more year. All he wanted was to turn thirteen, now his head falls in defeat.

And she cries, "this is my son, hes an answer to my prayers as I see him standing there. This is my son, give him strength to fight this harder, Lord he wants to be a doctor someday."

This mothers plea echoes in the village sky. As a voice from heaven says I promise he wont die.
Don t you remember one silent night in Bethlehem, I gave my boy.

A quiet cry is heard from up above, from a manger filled with hay. Her hands are shaking as the people ask her, whats his name? Mary whats his name?

And she cried, "this is my son, whom the world will call holy, the world will call holy. This is my son, He's the savior of the broken, the savior of the broken is He."

And the Father says "this, this is my precious Son. If only you all knew, Ive given Him to you.
This, this is my precious son. Hell hang upon a tree just to take your boys disease tonight."

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[forkcandle]

I cried all the way through this song, thankyou.