A Mother's Love

A MOTHER'S LOVE

In the heart of a mother, they are always a child;

Staid and decorous; unruly and wild;

A mother can never, just turn away,

No matter how far from the path they may stray.

 

We're made in God's image; the Bible says so,

As we watch our children, so He watches us grow,

The love of a mother will never run out,

The love of our Father's the same without doubt.

 

We weep and we mourn, and silently ache,

And deep down inside us, our hearts often break,

He looked on His children, gone so far astray,

And down on the Cross, His Son's life He lay.

 

We may think we're alone, in this pain that we feel,

Our spirits may droop, and our senses may reel,

But He knows the pain, that we're going through,

As He watched His son die, His heart broke too.

 

He offers His comfort, He offers His care,

Though rarely we manage to leave our pain there,

But each time we come, with our sorrow and woe,

His mercy, His grace and His love He will show.

 

So though we may think, that we can’t get it right,

Each time we come to Him, we’re fighting the fight,

We stand against satan, and tell him to ‘scram’,

In the blest Name of Jesus, our Lord God, I AM.

© 25/8/97