TITLE: A Mama's Clue (revised) 9-29-18
By Annette Griffin
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Oh little mama, I do understand.
That babe in your arms
has a future at hand.
You’re burdened to mold him.
There’s so much at stake.
You’re dusted with worry and plagued with the ache
to raise him and serve him without one complaint,
to make him a hero—to make him a saint.
Oh little mama, let go of it all.
Just love him and train him
‘cuz he won’t stay small.
Oh warrior mama, I do understand.
That child by your side
thinks that he’s in command.
You’re burdened to teach him
that honor is earned.
But fiercely you shield him from hard lessons learned.
His wings are a flappin’. You want him to fly—
right after you shoot all the harm from the sky.
Oh warrior mama, let go of your bow.
Let him fight some battles.
The trials help him grow.
Oh anxious mama, I do understand.
That teen in your car
is becoming a man.
You’re burdened to show him
the weight of his need
to humble himself before he takes the lead.
You want him confident. You want him bold.
But arrogant men can cause trouble untold.
Oh anxious mama, let go of your fears.
Help him esteem others
so pride disappears.
Oh weary mama, I do understand.
That man on his own
has his destiny planned.
You’re burdened to see him
be all he can be,
to live out his calling—brave, happy and free.
You showed him faithfulness. You gave him truth.
But were they enough—those brief lessons of youth?
Oh weary mama, let go of your role.
Release all your burdens,
for God’s in control.
From the beginning, He’s always been there.
While you rocked your son
you were both in His care.
And when you were warring
down there on your knees
God captured your teardrops and answered your pleas.
Although you felt anxious and sometimes had doubt,
He never forsook you or left you without.
Oh precious mama, don’t you understand?
Your Father will finish
the work He began.
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