A Mother's Love

Before the child is born,
Anxious prayers ascend to heaven,
The young mother depends on God,
To nurture the life she's been given.

When the mother hears the first cry,
The tiny child claims her heart,
A bond that cannot be broken,
Deep passionate love from the start.

God is the Author of this love,
To each mother it is given,
To minister to a newborn child,
A new life bestowed from heaven.

When the child grows old,
The mother's love is still there,
For she has not left her duty,
She still wraps the child in prayer.

Remember your mother,
Honor her with your love,
For she is the gift that was given,
To you from God above.

~ Julie L. McCarty