Sunday, May 13, 2018
Sunday Morning Peace: Mothers
Strength and honor are her clothing;
and she shall rejoice in time to come.
To My Sons:
What it means for me as a mother
One little boy with eyes of blue,
Scuffed up knees, and holes in his shoes,
jumping climbing--running hard,
Laughing, crying--spirit unmarred.
One little boy, still afraid of the dark,
Up at dawn, then out for a lark,
Quiet one minute, tornado, the next.
Expanding his wings, and heavens!
One little boy, out to change the world.
Exploring the creek bed, his flag unfurled.
Rocks in his pockets, his shores untied,
Unmindful of dirt, with his dog at his side.
One little boy, yes, that's my son!
Whether he's reading his books
or having some fun,
Asleep in his bed, or awake with some noise,
He's God's gift to me--and
I thank Him for boys!
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