When the Mother of a Prodigal Prays
'When The Mother Of A Prodigal Prays '
Somewhere the poor mother of a prodigal son cries,
Her eyes reddened and not taking in much at all,
For she’s seeing her son through the eyes of love
Not how the world sees him at all…
For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…
O how this poor mother prays.
For every thief is some poor mother’s child,
He has captured her heart in love’s ransom-
Yet to her she still sees the son of her youth;
But he’s stolen all of her dreams…
For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…
O how this poor mother prays.
Desperately and frantically the murderer flees
Yet from this one thing he can’t ever flee-
The love of his mother bowing in sorrow,
Bemoaning a love he can’t kill…
For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…
O how this poor mother prays.
For every trembling junkie finally taking a fix
There’s a hurting mother just wondering why
The life that she gave him just isn’t enough;
And she bows her head slowly and cries…
For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…
O how this poor mother prays.
The gavel thumps and the sentence is passed
She is ushered out as her son’s led away.
As tears flow down each side of her face
She still finds the strength to pray…
For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…
O how this poor mother prays.
So for every news article that you ever read
Of sons that have gone their own way,
Remember that he has a mother who cares
And lift her to God when you pray…
For somewhere the mother of a prodigal prays…
O how this poor mother prays.
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
“Bear one another burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ”
Galatians 6:2
‘Simply Love’
‘Simply Love’
I saw them walking today, her smaller hand held in his,
His arthritic thumb bent at an angle, yet still firmly and protectively holding onto hers.
She lagged behind a bit, her aged legs unable to hurry-
She seemed content to let him lead as he had undoubtedly done all their lives.
She never even glanced at the road as they crossed,
She never even glanced at the road as they crossed,
So used to having him lead well: faith in his competence made her trust him.
What trials had they overcome, what life experiences had they shared,
Stumbling and standing together through life’s journey,
Facing all things together whilst living as one?
In such a simple act, I saw the simplicity of love –
So precious though elusive and seldom found:- they held it in their hearts and hands.
Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
"A True Blessing"
"A True Blessing"
Ever since that wonderful day my love and I became as one,
I realised that our married life’s journey had only just begun.
I asked the Lord to show me how my joy could be complete,
And He brought to mind His Holy Word as I sat at His feet.
He told me that I would have to be willing to lay down my life
In showing the sacrificial loving that befits a godly wife.
He told me if I surrendered to His great marriage plan,
I would be forever blessed with a very happy man.
For I was born a woman who was called to be a wife,
A woman of great value and a pearl of great price.
I was called to be a helper to a man I call my own,
To lovingly care for him and make for us a home.
To always be thinking of him and how to please him best,
And to be a shoulder to lean on if he should need to rest.
I’d be someone he could talk to without fear of betrayal,
A listener and confidante not given to telling tales.
I decided I would seek the Lord daily and ask for His direction
In making me an instrument of His peace and affection.
A wife and treasure who would bless her man all her days,
In meeting all of his needs through learning of his ways.
So I will learn by prayerful watching and I will take every measure
To be a willing helper who brings her man much gain and pleasure
In putting him above all else except for our God in Heaven,
Showing him God’s marriage plan by being a true blessing.
‘The heart of her husband safely trusts her: so he will have no lack of gain: she does him good and not evil all the days of her life’ Proverbs 31: 11-12
"A Special Love"
"A Special Love"
Mother, this love is so special that we share,
At times I take for granted your love and care,
And because today is a special day
I want to share this love and say
I really think the world of you,
Not only today but all year through.
At times I take for granted your love and care,
And because today is a special day
I want to share this love and say
I really think the world of you,
Not only today but all year through.
He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD. Psalm 113:9
"She will melt his heart"
"She will melt his heart"
She was asleep, perhaps dreaming, if unborn babies dream
In a watery world that was quickly shrinking as she grew.
Suddenly an urgent jiggle roused her from her slumber....
About to cry, she sought comfort in her thumb...
That and her mother's heart beat her constant companions...
This jiggling upset her, making her kick and twirl-
But after coaxing, she was pronounced a perfect baby girl.
Her mother beamed, wiping gel from her fecund stomach,
Happily unaware that her husband scowled in disappointment,
For the child was not perfect: she was a girl...
Her mother's thoughts turned to pink ribbons and bows,
He grieved a son to kick a ball with and continue the family line...
All quiet within, the little babe returned to her slumber,
Sucking on fingers that would wrap round her father's,
Unaware that soon she will melt her Daddy's heart.
Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward. Psalm 127:3
Our Prince of Peace
So many years ago, the earth saw a miracle that blessed humanity for all time...
The earth that saw Jesus' birth 33 years before, drank in the Blood that flowed freely.... freely running, freely given, freely pardoning, freely saving unto eternal life anyone who would only believe in Him.
The same earth that is Gods' footstool, trembled at the cross alongside the centurions and soldiers and those few of Christs' followers who remained or who watched from a distance....
Unable to withstand the magnitude of atonement and celestial grief, it swayed in its power, reeling as someone in shock...
And utter darkness covered the earth as it shook, highlighting the terror as God turned His Face away from His Son, unable to look upon the sin of mankind that His Son had taken upon Himself...
It violently heaved in the aftermath of a crucifixion that saw the greatest gift of redemption the earth would ever know, releasing resurrection power to many who had died and tore the Temple veil in two.
Then hastily the earth swallowed the body of Christ into its maw of hewn rock, as it had done to men since Abels' untimely death until this day.... yet no ashes to ashes or dust to dust: no decomposition...
And another Sabbath passed, not shrouded in joy and welcomed since the birth of the Jewish people, but bringing with it a desolate cloak of disbelief, shock and despair that threatened to engulf the little band of believers who had trembled at Christs' words... unaware that triumph was already His. And theirs.
Beneath, the earth reeled as Christ stripped Lucifers' hopes of victory against a God Who now presented Himself King of Kings and Everlasting God.- Light of Light, Holder of the Keys of the Kingdom, destroyer of death and sin.... and Lucifer and his minions trembled.
The earth marvelled at the intensity of the Power of Resurrection... molecules and atoms infused with Life, vibrant in a way it vaguely remembered at its birth so many aeons ago.... magnificent creative force, God breathed life and Power.... Pulse of God.
Was ever there a time like this as Creation remembered Diety's Touch, revelling in His Footprints as His pierced Feet swung from the burial ledge, and His Hands that held the weight of the world folded the shroud so hastily bound around His lifeless Body 3 days ago?...
An almost forgotten thrill caused the earth to shudder as the Power of Gods' angels rolled away the enormous stone that blocked the burial chamber....
And it sang in ecstasy as the Feet of its' Creator once again walked amongst men.... victorious King, conquering Saviour, merciful God, everlasting to everlasting Prince of Peace.....
"He is not here; he has risen!" Luke 24:6-7 Sometimes poetry doesn't have to rhyme...
"It's a Sacrifice!"
"It's a Sacrifice!"
Let's remember God's great sacrifice every day, not just at Easter.
Because of this, we who believe will have eternal life with him.
"And when Jesus had cried with a loud voice, he said, Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit: and having said thus, he gave up the ghost". Luke 23:46
God sent an angel
"God sent an angel"
I often go to Gethsemane
To watch with You awhile
And I try to bring some comfort,
That is soothing for Your soul...
The horror of what You’ll go through
Sends shivers down my spine-
So I retreat to the land of reality,
In my own space and time…
For the terror is so real to me,
The anguish, pain and dread
Of betrayal and crucifixion
With thorns rammed on Your head...
To think You knew it all along
From words of prophecy-
The wonder of Your saving love
Is the greatest miracle to me…
Each time I’m in that garden,
I’m too afraid to stay-
No wonder God sent an angel,
To strengthen You that day.
‘Then an angel appeared to Him from Heaven strengthening Him’ Luke 22:43
A little time to slumber
"A little time to slumber"
A little time to slumber all my days spent in the sun,
My idle hands were folded my daily chores not done.
I wasn’t at all rebellious as into the sky I’d gaze,
I just left my daily duties as in the sun I bathed.
I read my book for hours dishes soaking in the sink,
The meat still in the freezer for I didn’t stop to think
What I needed for dinner it lay frozen in a lump;
I’d serve meat of something be it chops or steak or rump.
Just a minute of my surfing turned to hours of my day,
As I sat online chatting to people far away.
Imagine then my panic as at last I looked around,
To see the clock now telling my man was homeward bound.
What a rush of my adrenaline making me quickly scamper
To launder clothes still waiting in the dirty laundry hamper.
The bed was pulled up in a hurry the dishes washed and left to dry,
As I boiled up some veggies and set the meat to fry.
Which would likely take forever for it hadn’t completely thawed
And I so wanted dinner ready as soon as my man hit the door.
Feeling very guilty as I served our dinner late
I decided my many forums would henceforth have to wait.
I decided my many forums would henceforth have to wait.
“Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep; so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth; and thy want as an armed man” Proverbs 24:34
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