Mothers of Ramah, bereft and forlorn,
Hearts wracked with weeping, I ache as you mourn.
I know your deep pain from wounds open and sore,
As you cry for your young, and they are no more.
Mothers of Ramah, in days long gone by
You tenderly met every need, every sigh.
You bore and you nourished, you taught and you fed,
You prayed and you counselled, you guided, you led.
Mothers of Ramah, you dwell on days blest,
The faith, joy and laughter, the place of peace-rest.
My love everlasting, surrounding you then,
Has never diminished and will build again.
Mothers of Ramah, your burden I’ll bear,
Refrain from your weeping, the weight of each care,
I’ll bring you again and all will be restored.
There is hope in your future for I Am The Lord.
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