A Praying Mother
Somewhere, a tearful Mother prays,
She loves her wayward child;
Still caring for her child’s lost Soul,
Once so innocent, tender and mild.
While she rocked and sang a lull-a-by,
Her precious child drifted into sleep;
There in the warmth of her loving arms,
Only if the child was ill…she’d weep.
Those tender years are now gone,
Her love is still strong as back then;
She’s had years to watch her child grow,
With God’s Love to love again and again.
This dear Mother now has a heart to ache,
She waits patiently as her tears flow;
Kneeling to pray, she talks with God,
Her Saviour, she wants this child to know.
God bless every precious Mother who prays,
He knows her dear child will never forget;
Those times of knowing when Mother prayed,
There’s peace…God is not finished yet.
There’s pleasure in every temptation of sin,
Though it only lasts for a brief season;
When a loving Mother weeps and prays,
Her love for the wayward child, is the reason.
This poem was written/submitted by Leona I. Miller.
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