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TRUST JESUS TODAY
Thank you for being honest.
My Mother Prayed for me
while living in her womb
Her voice sounded so sweet
When she would speak aloud.
There were times I heard her speaking
To someone she sure loved.
It was about the same time everyday
she called the Name aloud.
Soon I was born and she would sing
about that particular Name.
By now it was a sound I loved
because she always talked of Him.
One day when I was five
Her voice broke in tears.
Upon her knees I heard her say
Please take away her sin
Was there someone bad,
living in our home?
Someone I did not know?
What kind of sin was it?
I knew of sin my mother taught.
ItĎs when you tell a lie.
To take something that isnít yourís
or make your neighbor cry.
Listening close I heard her say
ďMy child needs to be clean.Ē
Please save her soon, I love her so,
It was for her you died.
Turning away so quietly
I tip-toed to my room
Then kneeling down beside my bed
I call upon that Name.
I prayed a prayer, just like she does.
ďDear Jesus hear me now.
Iím just a little child,
But I want to love you so.Ē
ďMy Mother says that Iím not clean.
Sometimes I suck my thumb?
Can you show all the wrong Iíve done,
I do not understand.Ē
A still small voice then spoke to me,
Even though I know youíve tried,
Sin belongs to everyone, child.
It is your nature little one.
Just trust me though, Iíve paid it all
So now you can be free,
I came to save you from your sin
When I died upon the tree.
Mother! I cried,
Come look at me!
He took away the my sin,
And left me squeaky clean.
Now I am clean as clean can be.
My down deep, inside, part.
It didnít take you scrubbing me,
Cause He moved right in my heart.
Looking back at childhood
It was my motherís prayer.
Now, he listens to another prayer
As I bow upon My knee.
One day, when my child was five.
My voice broke in tears.
Upon my knees I cried and said,
Please take away his sin.
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