Sunday, May 9, 2010


She could not give her children gold,

So she gave them faith to have and hold,

She could not give them royal birth,

A name renown throughout the earth,

But she gave them seeds and a garden spot,

And shade trees when the sun was hot.

She could not give them a silver spoon,

Or servants, waiters night and noon –

She gave them love and a listening ear,

And told them God was always near.

She could not given them ocean trips,

Abroad majestic sailing ships,

But she gave them books and quiet time,

Adventures found in prose and rhyme.

She could not give them worldly things,

But what she gave them was fit for kings,

For with faith and books and sod,

She made each child aware of God.

If I am that child, Oh God, it is because

Thou gavest me such a mother.

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