Moms are made of precious gold.
Their gifts of love are manyfold.
From time of birth until we crawl
They smile and hold us when we “call”.
As we grow they hover near
And always have a ready ear.
Should we have a need or fear,
They are there, our thoughts to hear.
From dawn to dusk a mother prays
For wisdom in just how to raise
Her children whom she loves so much.
Through prayer she has the Lord’s own touch.
And so her children are much blessed
She gives to them her very best.
Through her love they find God’s light.
Because she shines so very bright,
“Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.” Proverbs 31:28 KJV
© 2013 Arlene Schwartzkopf
Their gifts of love are manyfold.
From time of birth until we crawl
They smile and hold us when we “call”.
As we grow they hover near
And always have a ready ear.
Should we have a need or fear,
They are there, our thoughts to hear.
From dawn to dusk a mother prays
For wisdom in just how to raise
Her children whom she loves so much.
Through prayer she has the Lord’s own touch.
And so her children are much blessed
She gives to them her very best.
Through her love they find God’s light.
Because she shines so very bright,
“Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.” Proverbs 31:28 KJV
© 2013 Arlene Schwartzkopf
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