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This day I
want to say a prayer,
For all the Mothers who are hurled,
Into pain and heartache for their
dearest child,
Trapped in the horror of this world.
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Remembering that tiny one, innocent
Born, developed 'neath her very soul,
Nurtured every passing day, loved
so cherished,
With only life to hold.
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Then suddenly those years have gone
As temptation bit them sore,
Life's emptiness, it's sorrows,
hurt and pain,
Just couldn't stop their fall.
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They didn't understand that little taste
Would grip them like a vice,
And no matter Mother's pleas,
she couldn't
Save them from their plight.
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And then her soul was broken,
How could her heart have formed this one,
Did she miss some clues
back then,
What more could she have done.
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But, a Mother can't provide it all,
Her love can't be enough,
A Mother can't fulfill a heart and soul,
nor protect,
With sin surrounding everyone.
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She cannot shield her child from hurt,
From loneliness or fear,
A child must walk their own
footsteps
To find what is most dear.
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She then must give her child away,
'Twas never hers to keep,
Each child she bears belongs to God,
As His alone,
His plan He will complete.
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Her call is, but, to teach the child of God,
Salvation in His way,
Then trust she must, for when mothering
is done,
Her life is blessed in praise.
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Soft Whispers just for you from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2008
Poetry from the Heart
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I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices
in my God.
For he has clothed me with garments of salvation
and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness....
Isaiah 61:10
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Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue
rejoices;
my body also will live in hope,
Acts 2:26
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And Mary said: "My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior.
Luke 1:47
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