Her enthusiasm is a treasure
That surrounds me night and day
Her laughter is the sun
That daily lights the way.
Her love when she sees me
Turns my world around
Her voice like an orchestra
Serenades me with beautiful sound.
She touches me like an angel
Her love a gift to my soul
And as long as God gives me life
Her presence within me is gold.
~© Mary West~
Someone I can count on
that I can call my friend.
Someone that will be there
forever, until the end.
You are...
Someone I can learn from
and teach a few things to.
Someone I can trust
a friend who is true blue.
You are...
Someone I can run to
when I feel alone.
Someone who can make
any place feel like home.
You are...
Someone that has been there
from the very first breath.
Someone who has stuck by me
and never, ever left.
Thank You Mom!
As Mothers, we are special.
There is no nobler call.
We are the Masterpiece of God.
He designed us, one and all.
His plans are always perfect.
With each season, there comes change
And, just as Summer follows Spring,
Each life He has arranged.
In the springtime of our youth,
A mother's love is always near.
She shows us how to serve the Lord,
In the growth of tender years.
She loves us unconditionally,
Has patience beyond measure.
She cultivates our eager hearts and
Thanks God for this great treasure.
As this season of our life
Gives way to summer's sun,
It's in these years we blossom
And a new phase has begun.
As a mother, she knows that danger
Into this season will creep.
So, with a prayerful heart, on bending knees,
She prays our souls He'll keep.
We're no longer tiny babies,
When a kiss could heal our pain.
It's then she listens, with her heart,
And quiets tears that fall like rain.
We, slowly, start to break the ties
Of Mother's apron strings
And, right before her very eyes,
Her little child takes wing.
Her years of prayer and teaching
Are now put to the test
As we begin the search for love,
Which is a awesome quest.
She prays that we are listening
To the sound of God's still voice.
For, if we are, she knows that "He"
Will help us make the choice.
Then, once again, the seasons change,
As we listen to God's call,
And, now, her child has made the journey
Through summer into fall.
It's in this season that life begins
The circle to complete,
As our lives change and we understand,
With the patter of little feet.
We now can know and comprehend
Just what our mother meant
When we heard her thank our God, above,
For the miracle that He sent.
Now, we will teach our children,
Just as to us was taught,
That Jesus gave His life for them
And their soul His blood has bought.
We'll teach our children to love the Lord,
As they sit down at our knee,
And, as we bow our heads to pray,
We'll remember our mother's plea.
We, too, will thank our God, above,
For the children in our arms
And with prayerful hearts on bending knees,
Pray He'll keep them safe from harm.
Now, we will watch, as our children journey
From spring and on through fall.
As they grow in spirit and in truth,
They will answer to God's call.
It's then, as Grandmothers, we reflect
On the seasons and all they've blessed,
As we step into tomorrow
And the years of winter's rest.
It's in this season we look back
At our joys and all our trials.
With thankful hearts, we turn to God
And thank Him for every mile.
God's presence has always surrounded us.
He, now, keeps us free from strife
As we journey into the future,
Through the Seasons of our Life.
Hush little child,
whimpering in dreams
your all cosy and warm,
wrapped in rainbows and moonbeams
outside the wind howls,
there's frost on the ground
And Autumn is whining,
its early warning sound
so hush my baby,
there's no cause for alarm
for in your life,
you'll face many a storm
But with God at your side,
there is nothing to fear
Because his love and affection,
will always be near.
Open her heart to the blessings around her.
Show her that joy and Jesus surround her.
Help her to trust in the bible, not fear it.
Teach her that fantasies are the wings of the spirit.
Guide her with love and quiet persuasion.
For she is the Lord's pleasure, his cloud of creation.
A miracle it is said Most babies are perfection. Made in His own image, So treat them like treasure Just nourish them gently. A child is His precious gift.
of each girl and boy born.
Sown seeds of Love
that parents can enjoy.
Although some may have a flaw
These will need acceptance.
It is God's most Holy Law.
these sweet little ones
have only just left Father
for their earthly homes.
for that is what they are.
Little tiny bits of Heaven
having traveled so very far.
Like plants they will grow
Creating such loving memories,
Heavenly Father deems it so.
So innocent, loving and pure.
Sent from Heaven up above.
From God's Hands to yours.
