"Little Angels"

                                    

                                                                   "Little Angels"

On wings of love we'd have laid you down, 

Wrapped moonbeams round your sides, 

We'd dim the light of distant stars 

And sing you lullabies. 

We'd linger round your cradle 

As we'd gaze at you in awe- 

To us you'd  be as angels 

Too perfect for this world. 

You must have dreamt of Heaven 

For you decided not to stay, 

The angels came and took you 

As under my heart you lay. 

Now Jesus gently rocks you 

In His strong and gentle arms, 

We know now, little angels, 

You are safe from any harm… 

Lord, lay them down in a cradle of gold, 

Tuck rainbows round their sides, 

Cover them with Your angels’ wings 

And if they ever cry- 

Tell them Mum and Dad are coming 

Just as soon as they awake- 

Please kiss our little angels, Lord 

And love them in our place.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, That in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10 

Remembering my twins, Sarah Robyn and Ruth Glenys Urbani, born sleeping November 12, 1969 

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

"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.

 

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

 

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.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

Lo, children [are] an heritage of the LORD: [and] the fruit of the womb [is his] reward. Psalm 127:3

An unborn baby's prayer

                                                                           

"An Unborn Baby's Prayer"

I love being so close to you Mummy,

I was lulled to sleep when you were walking today, the gentle warm waters rocked me so.

Did you feel me kick today Mummy?
I have been practicing so long for you to feel me, I want you to know I am well and growing.

I have hiccups tonight,
I just can't stop them coming and it feels so strange-I hope they don't keep you awake too.

I did a somersault for you Mummy,
I turned over and back again cos I found I can still do it, I won't be able to soon but I s'pose that will make you glad!

Today I heard for the first time, Mummy-
I heard your heart beating slow and steady next to mine; will your heart always be close to me?

You have a lovely voice
that I will recognise at once, for I woke and heard you singing-will you sing to me when I'm cradled in your arms?

You must have been in sunshine today,
for I saw red colours shining through my fused eyelids. I want so much to see you and the colours you wear.

O how I wish I could always be this close, Mummy,
protected and stretching and growing under your heart, but I know you tire easily so I must be in your arms!

I want you to love me forever, Mummy-
I've prayed God will make my skin really velvety soft, so you will want to touch me and cover me in kisses.

God's told me He's preparing me as a gift for you,
He's shaping me in a secret place known to just us three…

I've asked God to help you love me, Mummy,
to make me the best baby just for you- He whispered," Just relax and be yourself, that's all you have to do"

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

"The Work Of His Hands" © 2004 Gary B Clark www.garybclark.com Used With Permission

"Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest out of the womb I sanctified thee.." Jeremiah 1:5a 

A mother's love

                                      

"A mother's love"

In joyful love and amazement the young Eve’s heart lurched

As she gazed at the infant she’d just brought to birth,

And the depth of her love took her quite by surprise

As she looked at Cain’s face with its big blue eyes.
This gift from the LORD brought her to first know..
Pain mingled with joy which followed to show
A mother's love...

How perfectly shaped his head covered in fine down
What strength in his grip on her finger he clasped round,
How tiny each feature, how perfect, how flawless-

How soft was the skin still wet from the waters

That protected and comforted him just moments ago

When the world still had no babe nor mother to know

A mother’s love…

Joy swept through her previously unknown;

Eve knew it was the same joy God towards her had shown-

Feelings of elation in the life of a new living being

And possibilities of shared love previously unseen;

Deep feelings of protection and for the nurturing of

This delightful new creature and object of

A mother’s love…

This love felt so strange as it burst in Eve’s soul

And she knew that as a woman she truly felt whole,

For she sensed that as a mother she took a part in creation,

And thanking God, full of thankful celebration,

She lifted her son to the Father above,

Amazed by the strength and power of

A mother’s love…

All through the ages this same love formed in Eve’s heart

Has been passed down to her daughters as they too take part

In the greatest of mysteries known to man,

The strong feeling of partnership in God’s plan

Of the birth and the nurture and the survival of

God’s most precious of blessings so needful of

A mother’s love.

© Glenys Robyn Hicks

“ I have gotten a man with the help of the Lord.” Genesis 4:1