Oh Lord, why should I grieve because of this?
My soul will be repaid with just one kiss
Of baby lips upon my tired brow
And yet I'm shrinking from that pleasure now.
Help me to feel that I must favored be,
Entrusted with such precious gifts from Thee
When from out depths of pain and misery
My little ones are given unto me.
Help me to realize that love sublime
That makes of Motherhood a thing divine.