I wrote the following poem for Mothers Day in 1991, using the style of Psalm 139.
This is for all you Mothers out there.
A Psalm for Mothers
When your child was conceived within you, I was there.
Heís your gift from Me and it pleased Me so to give him to you.
You are specially made and carefully designed to shelter and nurture your child.
Moment by moment, he developed and grew inside you where you could not see, yet I saw.
His kicking and squirming made you aware of his growth.
The bonding between you made Me so proud of you both!
My plans for your family are filled with promise and hope.
I was there as month after month your body changed in preparation of your childís birth.
When you felt heavy, clumsy and ill, My arms enclosed you.
You never looked so beautiful! There is nothing as lovely in all my Earth.
When your pains began, I labored with you.
I caressed your face. I stroked your hand.
Pain was not part of My original plan.
I know it seemed endless as each pain intensified. You probably thought that I wasnít there.
Even My Son once asked, ďWhy?Ē
His mother endured the pain of His birth.
I was there and the pain made Me cry.
Your child announced his birth with a piercing squall.
I adored you as your eyes fixed upon him in awe.
My heart beat rapidly in anticipation of the day that he would acknowledge and respond to My call.
Iíve gone before you to prepare the way to raise your child day by day.
Iíll be there through each joy and every sorrow, and Iíll guide you come what may.
The field of harvest in which you labor is the children who fill your home.
Iíll be with you when you send him off on his first day of school, as well as 12 years later, when the world challenges his soul to a duel.
Iíll be as close as your breath, giving you rest and energy for each action-packed day.
Call on my Name and Iíll be there when you place your hand on his fevered brow, and your face, lined with worry, mars.
When he comes of age for his first driving lesson, remember, I do ride in cars.
When it breaks your heart to apply the rod of correction, Iíll be there to steer him in the right direction.
When he disobeys and in anger retorts, ďYou donít understand!Ē Iíll be there. Lean on Me. Feel my comforting hand.
When you feel you have failed because of the mistakes you will make, Iíll be there. I will never leave you nor ever forsake.
When he makes choices that do not please you, when his dreams contradict yours,
Entrust him to Me. Iíll know what to do.
I see things that you cannot see.
Your prayers for your child are a fragrance to Me.
In my time I will answer them all.
My heart is touched by the tears that you shed.
Iíve collected each one in a bottle.
When I seem the most distant, thatís when Iím the nearest.
When I seem to be silent, Iím the most active, My dearest.
Your child will find Me when heís not even looking, Iíll dwell in his home, not somewhere far above.
The mother who makes her heart My throne, will be a mother who blooms with My love.
Mothers are but children, too, in whom I take much delight.
It gives Me pleasure to father you.
Will you choose to give Me that right?
As you become putty within My hands of sovereignty, grace and love,
Your children will rise and call you blessed and will give praise to My name above.
Motherhood -- what a beautiful and noble calling! God bless you each and every one!
And to my daughter and daughters-in-law, thank you for mothering my grandchildren.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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