A MOTHER'S LOVE
I have watched you grow up over the years,
And shared in the learning, the joys and the tears.
I've seen you become the person who you are today,
A child of mine, and so very special to me, in every way.
Through the years you have brought my heart many smiles,
And even through any hard times, you made it all worthwhile.
I will always be here for you, always right by your side,
Whether it be just to listen to you, or to be your guide.
I can't lead your life for you, and protect you from all harms,
But my love will be embracing you, as if you were in my arms.
Above all else, your happiness is so very important to me,
And when I see your smiling face, it fills my heart so lovingly.
I gave you the gift of life, and in return I've received love,
You a true blessing given to me from the Lord above.
For the love between a mother and a child is like no other,
And I am so proud that I am able to say, I am YOUR mother.
A Mothers Prayer
I wash the dirt from little feet;
and as I wash, I pray,
"Lord, keep them ever pure and true
to walk the narrow way."
I wash the dirt from little hands,
and earnestly I ask,
"Lord may they ever yielded be
to do the humblest task."
I wash the dirt from little knees,
and pray, Lord may they be
The place where victories are won
and orders sought from Thee."
I scrub the clothes that soil so soon,
and pray, "Lord may their dress
Throughout eternal ages be
Thy robe of righteousness."
Ere many hours shall pass, I know
I'll wash these hands again,
And there'll be dirt upon their colthes
before the day shall end;
But as they journey on through life
and learn of want and pain,
"Lord, keep their precious little
hearts cleansed from sin and stain;
For soap and water cannot reach where
Thou alone canst see.
Their hands and feet these I can wash.
I trust their hearts to Thee."
In the name of LoveA little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while
she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had
been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read
it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass $5.00Well, I'll tell you, his mother looked at him standing there
For cleaning my room this week $1.00
For going to the store for you .50
Baby-sitting while you went shopping .25
Taking out the garbage $1.00
For getting a good report card $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard $2.00
Total Owed: $14.75
expectantly, and boy, could I see the memories flashing through her
mind. So she picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written
on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you grew inside me, No
For all the nights I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for
you, No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears you've caused through
the years, No Charge.
When you add it all up, the cost of my love is, No Charge.
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries
I knew were ahead, No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose, there's No
And when you add it all up, the full cost of real love is No
Well, friends, when our son finished reading what his mother had
written, there were great big old tears in his eyes, and he looked
straight up at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And
then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote : "PAID IN
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