The Call of a Mother

Not on foreign

unfamiliar soil-

Nor in lands

Unknown…

But in the fertile

familiar soil

of our own child’s heart

the Word of Life

must be sown.

It is a mission like no other...

God bestows upon each mother.

He gives us lives to mold~

To train them up in the way they should go~

So that when they are old

They will not depart from it.

Each child’s heart

a tiny garden

Delicate and fresh~

around which we must build

a fence of prayer.

Then patiently...

We sow seeds of truth with care.

Daily we sow and water~

and work the soil with love.

Daily we teach them~

and point them...

to our Heavenly Father above.

This is our great commission.

Nothing matters more~

No task supersedes~

This awesome role

Called Mother.

No other.

Of all the hats we wear

Warrior

Tops the list.

As we ourselves sit

in heavenly places with Him~

Having agreed to enlist

in the battle

for the souls

of our children.

Mothers~

our duty is to pray

with heart-rending pleas

down on our knees

In our closet

to stay.

Until the presence

and glory of God 

is revealed in the hearts

of our daughter or son

Until the battle for their soul

is won.

And we will walk together

on streets of gold

Joy untold

Where the fruit of our womb

will finally

and triumphantly

be God's reward.

A.R.