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Mother's Day Poem

5/8/2018

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Lord, oh how Your garden grows
Lilies and dahlias, tulips and roses
Glorious colors, and scents to bring pleasure to our nose
But this a great dilemma it poses

Amidst all the glory, intertwined in that display
grows thorns and weeds, prickly and unkind
i wonder, do you use this as a means to convey
That in You, all things, everything is aligned

You knew us before we were a seed in the womb
Our mothers chosen, our history designed
You knew where we would grow and how we would bloom
This knowledge of Your will gives me great peace of mind

Just as in a garden, we people are so diverse
To some of us were given mothers, like daisies so sweet
To others, nettle and thistle, seemingly a curse
More akin to tares that the majestic wheat

But Lord you cultivated our life like a garden
You gave us the gift of our parents, our mother
Whether roses or dandelions, a gift not a burden
You handpicked our mother for us, not another

Be they beautiful and wise, or maybe melancholy
Mothers come in all shapes and sizes, some tomboy, some girly
Funny or strict, gloomy or jolly
Or possibly they might have left us too early

You the master gardener, knew what for us was best
While we may see the thistle, the nettle, the thorn
You saw what would mold us, and start us on our quest
From this mother you gave us to be born

My mother, so damaged, fragile and broken
Afraid of her role, hurting and uncertain
Yet in that frailty taught me, with words unspoken
To find the love of God; You pulled back the curtain

Others with a mother full of beauty and grace
Learned early of God's divine mercy and love
They glimpsed His affection by looking at her face
And then gave their hearts to their Savior above

So roses or brambles, lilies or thorns
They all have a beauty, a purpose, a gift
The rose to smell sweet, our lives to adorn
A dandelion, to blow upon, a wish set adrift

Lord, for our mother's we give you thanks and praise
We give them the honor that Your word commands
You knew our need, what would cause us to raise
Our thanks to You for our mom with uplifted hands








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