my name is mary jesus was my son i carried him with a special care cause he was my first one wanted him to be strong and healthy have a family of his own things a mother want for her child but in my heart i ve always known that he d go with his father when the glass ran out of sand so please have patience with me lord i m just a mother trying to understand why he sad to carry that weight with no one else s help why he had to be the one they could not be themselves he was so many things to so many people my son my son teacher prophet messiah king my son my son i tried to stop him you know i begged him please don t go he put his arms around me and said mother i love you so nothing left now but silence and a weight that i can t bear please tell him that i miss him someday i ll see him there i felt the nails deep in my hands and pain in every breath they took my son away from me and the angels said that i d been blessed