God uses mothers as His own hands, to hold the baby tight,
And rock him gently in her arms, throughout a fussy night.
He uses her as His own eyes, to see his tender needs,
For love that’s unconditional, as patiently she feeds.
He uses her as His own voice, to speak of truths unknown,
To build his life on solid rock, until the time he’s grown.
He uses her as His own feet, to walk with Him each day,
And guide him on the narrow path, along God’s chosen way.
He uses her as His own ears, to hear him laugh and sing,
Listening to his gently prayers, as he calls upon the King.
A mother is God’s chosen one, for the child in her care,
And she’s been blessed because the Lord has placed the baby there.
As she serves the one on high, through motherhood’s demands,
May she realize that all her needs, are provided by His hands.
And all thy children shall be taught of the Lord; and great shall be the peace of thy children.
Isaiah 54: 13