My Thoughts On Mothers' Day
 
My heart is overflowing
and I rejoice.
Thank you, my Lord
for the privilege of motherhood.
I watch my precious daughter
ministering to the homeless,
these lost and lonely souls,
working endlessly to meet their needs,
showing them purest love.

How she sings!
Songs of passion and love for her Saviour.
Her sweet, clear voice
like a crystal stream in a forest,
like the first bird song at dawning,
or delicate wind-chimes in a gentle breeze.
Thank you, my Lord.

By cherryk

© 2004 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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