It is My last rest." So He laid His head on her knees, and she stroked His long hair tenderly.

She was so happy, in the midst of her grief, so absolutely happy, that He should lie on her breast as He did when a child.
But He went on, speaking gently and softly; "I have preached to the people in vain about faith in Me.

I need not preach to you, for a mother believes in her child.

They will all testify against Me.
Mother, do not believe them.

Believe your child.