Why did he question thus?
Words exploding like a buzz
Veins bloated on a surge
Who is She? He did urge
An answer, "Have I to tell?"
An answer, which I cannot spell
An answer, please Abba Father
For you also are my heavenly Mother
She foot-walked with food four miles
On my belly appeared many smiles
She cared not for her swollen feet
Her deed demands no decree sheet
In my sick bed, she stood beside
Offering prayers for it to subside
Kept track of all my acts
And detailed the hidden facts
Faithfully following my thought flow
Removing debris she made me glow
Strengthens me in accepting any unexpected blow
Making me challenge the evil one's throw
A three worded question, "Who is she?"
Years cannot explain just the word 'She'
Then why question, "Who is She?"
When earth no answer can give thee.
Sucking her life I did grow
Her form made my blood flow
In my form now your child grows
With the virtues each generation throws
She’s fragile, fragrant, yet firm-willed flower
Fountain, fortress, fiery flame and a strong tower
She’s a guardian angel a God-given gift.
She’s my earthly mother a spendthrift – of love.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE Read more articles by esther robinson or search for other articles by topic below.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW