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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mothers (05/02/05)

TITLE: A Mother's Praying Heart
By Judy Anderson
05/06/05


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Ease my worries and my cares, Lord. You know my heart.
Give me eternal vision. Give me wisdom to impart.
As I mother my teen girls I struggle, smile and scream.
The years go by one by one as if by chance a dream.
My image of a Gerber child, no colic, toil or troubles
Became instead reality of cries, spit-up, gas bubbles.
In toddling years their gaze locked mine with those adoring eyes.
First steps, first teeth, first words, no talking back or lies.
Lost in a blur of plays and days in a haze of running crazy,
But how we loved the summers when we were just plain lazy.
From curled fists holding fingers, first recognizing touch
Reaching up for safety mom's hand once meant so much.
Today hands reach to stroke a head when they are fast asleep
Or sneak a hug or plant a kiss, remembrances to keep.
As I begin to loosen ties binding from the first
My hands begin a letting go and yet I still thirst
For hands holding each promise of motherhood to me
And surrender begins, O Lord, of giving them to Thee.
Deep inside I think I've known this always to be true
Will you keep them safe, dear Lord, keep them close to You?
My fingers clasped so tightly, down on bended knee
I ask You to guide their steps, hear a mother's plea.
Let them understand, Oh Lord, You are the only cure
To save them from the world's voice, its tempting sound and lure.
Your mighty hand holds power, while mine is growing weak
To hold them any longer and I pray for them to seek
Your face before all others, Your ways before man's ways
With Your compassion and Your mercy, keep them all their days.
My hands reach up to praise You as Your Spirit gives me peace
You give them hope and a future, Your love will never cease
How can I ever thank You for the gift of these two girls?
They have my heart forever as their journey still unfurls.
Let this prayer rise up as incense to the One
Through whom we pray and hope, He is Your only Son.
To Him be all the glory as we continue to reap
The seeds we've sown together, now rooted deep.
May they love You with passion, immersed in Your light
I leave them with You now as I rest for this night.


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Dixie Phillips 05/09/05
Beautiful job of showing the prayers of a mother's heart. So sincere!
Cheri Hardaway 05/12/05
As a mother of one married son and three teens, I feel this mother's heart as she prays for her dear ones, not unlike I pray for my own!

You did a wonderful job with this poem. For the future, you might consider spaces between stanzas and inserting some commas to help with flow and clarity of meaning. Blessings, Cheri
Cheri Hardaway 05/12/05
I'm sorry - let me correct myself! You did a great job with the commas. The separation of the stanzas would help my brain to comprehend the flow better. Could be just me, but without spaces, it all gets jumbled in my head.

But again, you did a wonderful job! Thanks for sharing! Cheri