Mother’s  Prayer

And now my children find me here
I prayed the day that you should come
The Spirit brings the righteous path
He binds with word to be as one  

Hidden drops of gold you’ll find
I give to you as He to me
A precious gift,  revealed in time
To feed thy soul that it may see  

The working fruit of Holiness
That sings the song of promise come
His Spirit brought to you this kiss
By worthy hands of long since gone  

I ask Him once and He has shown
With thoughts of mind as cherished gold
That I not feel as one alone
Shared with Thine from days of old  

His children wrote with sight so keen
These gifts confirm His precious field
Thank Thee Father . . . Your heart is seen
By Thy Word of fruit revealed

This from Thy table . . . Morsels sweet
Though winter comes,  we do Thy will
To remind the greater coming feast
To find us green in a snowy field  

I pray for those, their time to come
To clasp in hand and heart be free
To be one mind before the sun
His shade,  His cloud, reserved for thee  

But if one seems to follow late
Tarry not with lost despair
For this is how I came to be
Though late the bloom of Mother’s prayer  

                                                                   Amen

                                                                   Michael

For every Mother who has poured out her heart to be heard for her children . . .

~ Hope reigns hand in hand with Faith and Love ~

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