November 18, 2015

A Mother's Love

She holds her baby close to her, pulls it gently to her breast.
She knows in her heart when her child is sick, tonight there’ll be no rest.
When her baby cries she cries too, the tears roll down her face. She’ll find no peace ‘til her child is well, she’s faithful in her race.


Her love she gives so freely when the trials are at her feet.
But when they do come in she’ll stand and fight, not once will she retreat.
There’s nights that sleep doesn’t come but she will rise to face the day.
As long as there’s breath in her she’ll never fail to pray.

“Please dear Lord hear my cry and save my child from this pain.
I would feel so empty without her Lord, please send the Latter Rain.”

She’ll spend hours on her knees in prayer while the world is fast asleep.
She prays that God will make things right before the troubles get too deep.
She’ll fight the Devil toe to toe, not thinking of her own life.
If it means dying so her child might live, she’ll gladly pay the price.

There’s nothing like a Mother’s Love, no greater thing on earth.
It's to them that we owe our lives, no way to measure their worth.

Never take her love for granted, she’s precious in God’s eyes.
With all her strength she’ll give her love, the greatest sacrifice.



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