A MOTHER'S LOVE
A gift from Heaven
Borrowed for a while.
Given to you,
With a big smile.
A precious baby,
Sent from above,
That reaches out
For a mother's love.
She's tender and helpless,
Dependent on you,
Such a sweet freshness
Sweeter than honeydew.
Born into sin,
But is protected by love,
God reaches down
And gives peace like a dove.
Growing up is hard to do,
Temptations are there,
Always plenty in view
Teach her, the right choices share.
Childhood fun and games,
Happy and carefree,
Still she is in your charge
Your love she still needs.
Live you life as an example,
Loving and steadfast continually.
She watches you just to see
And immulates and tries to be.
The kind of mommy
She sees in you.
Be a reflection of living right,
Show her direction, day and night.
God's precious gift,
Will someday out grow.
The safety and care,
Of you and your abode.
Every mother's desire
Should always be
To raise her like Jesus
Would want her to see.
The beauty of life
And all it unfolds,
If you strive to be right
And care for her soul.
She is only a gift,
On loan for a while.
So do your very best,
And watch her beautiful smile.
Written by Shirley Barr
October, 10, 2005
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