I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER

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KING EMMANUEL

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER:
I am sometimes clothed in beautiful language that has been stitched together with the needles of love in the quiet chambers of the heart, and sometimes I am arrayed only in the halting phrases interrupted by tears which have been torn like living roots from the deep soil of human emotion. I am a frequent watcher of the night. I have often seen the dawn break over the hills and flood my eyes as I waited and cried at the gates of God.

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER:
There is no language I cannot speak; and no barrier of race or color causes my feet to stumble. I am born before the child is born, and ere the day of deliverance comes, I have often stood at the altar of the Lord with the gift of an unborn life in my hands, blending my joyful and tear-full voice with the prayers and tears of the father. I have rushed ahead of the nurses through the corridors of the hospital praying that the babe would be perfect, and I have sat dumb and mute in the presence of delight over a tiny bit of humanity, so overwhelmed I have been able to do nothing but strike my fingers on the harps of gratitude and say, "Well, thank the Lord!"

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER:
I have watched over the cradle; I have sustained a whole household while we waited for a doctor to come. I have mixed medicine and held up a thermometer that read 104 degrees. I have sighed with relief over the sweat in the little one's curls because the crises was past. I have stood in a funeral home to help make arrangements for a cremation of a granddaughter, and to help pick out a little cute urn for the ashes, and cast my arms around the promise of God to just hang on and wait until I could feel underneath me the everlasting arms.

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER:
I have filled pantries with provisions when the earthly provider was gone. I have sung songs in the night when there was nothing to sing about but the faithfulness of God. I have been pressed so close to the promises of the Word that the imprint of their truth is fragrant about me. I have lingered on the lips of the dying like a trembling melody echoed from Heaven.

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER:
I am still here: and as long as God is God, and truth is truth, and the promises of God are "yes and amen", I will continue to woo the sin and strife, and plead with the boys and girls whose mothers are in Glory, but whose ambassador I have been appointed by the King Emmanuel.

I AM A MOTHER'S PRAYER.......

From:
Stories For The Family's Heart
Compiled by Alice Grey