My Mother Prayed For Me

My Mother Prayed For Me

I hear her voice in my memory,

Crying out on bended knee,

Lifting up my name to Heaven.

Praying for my eyes to see.

And when I strayed from the things that I'd been taught,

She all the more would care.

It seemed God's love in her was everywhere.

I saw her kneeling at her bedside,

With this love, so true, so rare.

I'm a living example of the power of her prayers.

Guardian angels kept me safe all through my youth.

And when she spoke with conviction of the power of His love,

She spoke the truth.

Now I've come to know my Jesus,

And His glorious victory.

I know because my mother prayed for me.

I see her hands, warm and weathered.

Years of toil have left their trace.

I see her tears flowing downward,

Across her loving, smiling face.

And as I stood and watched her praying there,

The tears welled in my eyes,

Though I'd seen her there before a thousand times.

I felt the presence of the Spirit calling me,

"Dear child, come home."

I'm a living example of the power of her prayers.

Guardian angels kept me safe all through my youth.

And when she spoke with conviction of the power of His love,

She spoke the truth.

Now I've come to know my Savior.

Once blind, I now can see.

I know because my mother prayed for me.

#PoetryPen