'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