My name is Miriam, if you care to look

You won't find my name in God's holy book

But if you read it with care

There's a passage there

That any mother cannot overlook.

I was so excited to tell him that we

Were having a baby, we would become three.

A few months to wait

Until my due date

It would be the happiest day for me.

When that day arrived ‘twas a small baby boy.

I cannot express my feeling of joy,

As I looked at his face,

At his beautiful face,

A whole life ahead to enjoy.

Then one day as he played near the door

With a bowl and stick on the floor

Before I could cry out

A soldier did shout

‘I thought we'd finished, here is one more".

Right there before me, in a heap on the floor

Everything I had ever lived for.

My son was dead

Because Herod had said

‘Kill them all under two, it's the law'.

I cried and I wept,

For days I just kept

To my bed and I would not eat.

My baby was dead

Because Herod had said

There was a new king that he must defeat.

For what reason my son

Gave his life so that one

Other could escape and go free.

I would much rather

Have been my son's mother

And that he was still here with me.

But many years later I met with this King

He held my hand and told me everything.

He said that my baby

Is waiting for me