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Two poems to honor moms
#1 · May 12, 2001, 3:38 pm
Posted by: mestes <mestes@...>
> =====================================
> MOTHER'S DAY SHORT TAKE 1 OF 2
> =====================================
>
> LOVE IN THE HOME
>
> If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
> but have not love, I am a housekeeper--not a homemaker.
>
> If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
> but have not love, my children learn cleanliness--not godliness.
>
> Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at
> the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
>
> Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
> Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
>
> Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and
> is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler,
> runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into
> adulthood.
>
> Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
>
> Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
> Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is
> much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
>
> Author unknown.
>
> Graciously submitted by SandraD gulfdancer@worldnet.att.net.
>
> =====================================
> MOTHER'S DAY SHORT TAKE 2 OF 2
> =====================================
>
> PRINTS OF ELBOWS ON MY BED
>
> I was but a youth and thoughtless,
> As all youths are apt to be;
> Though I had a Christian mother
> Who had taught me carefully.
>
> There came a time when pleasure
> Of the world came to allure,
> And I no more sought the guidance
> Of her love so good and pure.
>
> Her tender admonitions fell
> But lightly on my ear,
> And for the gentle warnings
> I felt an inward sneer.
>
> But Mother would not yield her boy
> To Satan's sinful sway,
> And though I spurned her counsel
> She knew a better way.
>
> She made my room an altar,
> A place of secret prayer,
> And there she took her burden
> And left it in His care.
>
> And morning, noon and evening
> By that humble bedside low,
> She sought the aid of Him who
> Understands a mother's woe.
>
> And I went my way unheeding,
> Careless of the life I led,
> Until one day I noticed
> Prints of elbows on my bed.
>
> Then I saw that she had been there
> Praying for her wayward boy,
> Who for love of worldly pleasure
> Would her peace of mind destroy.
>
> Long the conflict raged within me,
> Sin against my Mother's prayers,
> Sin must yield - for Mother never
> While she daily met Him there.
>
> And her constant love and patience
> Were like coals upon my head,
> Together with the imprints
> Of her elbows on my bed.
>
> And so at last the fight was won,
> And I to Christ was led,
> And Mother's prayers were answered
> By her elbows on my bed.
>
> Author Unknown
>
> Submitted by John and Sandy Cammer (3dmurals@gibralter.net)
>
> MOTHER'S DAY SHORT TAKE 1 OF 2
> =====================================
>
> LOVE IN THE HOME
>
> If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
> but have not love, I am a housekeeper--not a homemaker.
>
> If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
> but have not love, my children learn cleanliness--not godliness.
>
> Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at
> the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
>
> Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
> Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
>
> Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and
> is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler,
> runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into
> adulthood.
>
> Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
>
> Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
> Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is
> much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
>
> Author unknown.
>
> Graciously submitted by SandraD gulfdancer@worldnet.att.net.
>
> =====================================
> MOTHER'S DAY SHORT TAKE 2 OF 2
> =====================================
>
> PRINTS OF ELBOWS ON MY BED
>
> I was but a youth and thoughtless,
> As all youths are apt to be;
> Though I had a Christian mother
> Who had taught me carefully.
>
> There came a time when pleasure
> Of the world came to allure,
> And I no more sought the guidance
> Of her love so good and pure.
>
> Her tender admonitions fell
> But lightly on my ear,
> And for the gentle warnings
> I felt an inward sneer.
>
> But Mother would not yield her boy
> To Satan's sinful sway,
> And though I spurned her counsel
> She knew a better way.
>
> She made my room an altar,
> A place of secret prayer,
> And there she took her burden
> And left it in His care.
>
> And morning, noon and evening
> By that humble bedside low,
> She sought the aid of Him who
> Understands a mother's woe.
>
> And I went my way unheeding,
> Careless of the life I led,
> Until one day I noticed
> Prints of elbows on my bed.
>
> Then I saw that she had been there
> Praying for her wayward boy,
> Who for love of worldly pleasure
> Would her peace of mind destroy.
>
> Long the conflict raged within me,
> Sin against my Mother's prayers,
> Sin must yield - for Mother never
> While she daily met Him there.
>
> And her constant love and patience
> Were like coals upon my head,
> Together with the imprints
> Of her elbows on my bed.
>
> And so at last the fight was won,
> And I to Christ was led,
> And Mother's prayers were answered
> By her elbows on my bed.
>
> Author Unknown
>
> Submitted by John and Sandy Cammer (3dmurals@gibralter.net)
>