I saw her walk along the road,
Young Mum of two, quite fraught.
Yet from her simple actions
A Heavenly truth she taught.
With right hand she manoeuvred
The pushchair, with small child,
With left, she held on tightly
To the toddler by her side.
She didn’t know she showed me
From her ordinary deed –
(Caring for her children
At their varying points of need) -
That her actions were a picture
That helped me more to see
The ways that God my Father
So fully cares for me.
There’s been many times He’s held me
When life’s demands were tough,
And He has brought me safely through
Paths that were dark and rough.
Just like a babe I helpless lay
And knew His mercy lifting me
To where He’d have me be.
At other times, as a small child,
He’s tightly gripped my hand,
And helped me walk alongside Him
In step with what He’d planned.
He’s firmly led and guided
Through what has seemed a maze,
As step by step He’s taught me more
About His saving ways.
I pondered more those children,
And thought that as they grow,
They’ll not hold the hand of mother,
For that’s not cool you know!
Instead, I hope they’ll listen
And learn to value high
Her good advice, her words, her smile,
And the look that’s in her eye.
As they grow into adulthood,
And end up, who knows where,
In different ways I hope they’ll still
Depend on mother’s care.
In barren times consider
If ‘felt Presence’ is denied,
He’s promised, as I walk with Him
That He is by my side.
Learn to trust Him deeply,
Let my faith intensify,
Immerse myself in His dear Word,
Be guided by His Eye,.
As I grow into ‘adult-hood’
And He leads – who knows where –
May I grow more dependent
On my loving Father’s care.