A Mother's Blessings

A Mother's Blessings

God loaned us six children
To teach us many things.
And we’ve received many blessings
that each one, thru Christ, brings

The first and oldest, many knows
Was sent, no doubt, to keep us on our toes;
His obstinance, rebellion, yes..this disguise
Taught us to see ourselves thru a teenager’s eyes.

But there are many special times
When to his inner self he yields,
Then there is no more tender love
Than thru unspoken words..we feel.

Then there is number two,
God knew just what to do;
He sent us a dark haired angel
and made all our dreams come true.

Tho she strictly belongs to God
She fills our days with happiness,
Obedient, loving, and wisdom combined..
I guess God would settle for nothing less.

Number three also brings us much joy
In a number of countless ways;
Tho sometimes scatterbrained and flighty,
She, too, earns her share of God's praise.

A more compassionate child, we never knew,
Thoughtful.. loving.. yes she's those things too!
The good things greatly outnumber the bad
She shows love..and means it, to her Mom and Dad

Then there's number four, another boy,
Was there no end to our God given joy?
He, too, received Christ before very long,
He's bright and quick, so eager to belong.

He's learning to look up
And expect Christ's return;
A child-like faith and trust
Thru his life we learn.

Then wide-eyed blonde number five
On a nice June evening, decided to arrive;
She seemed to be so dependent and small
Her big brown eyes reflect love for all.

A slight hint of imperfection
In her young life entered in,
Making us all become closer
Seeking God's cure within.

Last, but not least, enter number six,
A lively little lass, full of many tricks;
Learning abut Jesus, she loved His dear face.
O'er her bed hangs his picture ” The Lamb of Grace.”

She's quick..and alert..
A real busy little bee
But a precious bundle of excitement
For her daddy and me.

So we often think of God's handiwork
Being things of scenery or song;
All we need to do is look around us
For we don't possess these blessings long.

Before we actually know it
They are grown up and gone away;
God bestows them, and then uses them
The in-between years are but as a single day.

~ Twilah ~

[ Dedicated to my six children: Jerry, Catherine, Ellen, Michael, Lori, and Rebecca ]

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