A MOTHERS PRAYER Lord help me remember when I feel it's a chore The time will come when I'll hold her no more Asleep on my chest, the blanket refused The crib, the pacifier,gone unused For infants grow up and leave us behind With only memories left to remind us Of midnight walking and pre-dawn rocking Of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep So, Lord make me patient and keep me awake As I cradle this baby, and don't let me take For granted the moments I spend in the night With this baby - Your gift My joy - My delight.- anonymous  |