I LOVE BEING A MOTHER – POETRY

I love being a mother so much! 

It’s the sweetest gift that I know 

A journey full of peril sometimes

But it always makes you grow

 

It plunges you into selflessness

A tiny life looks to you

It trusts in you without judgement

Its love is pure and true

 

Although you never feel adequate

Or deserving of so much trust

You know that God has made it this way

Depending on Him – we must

 

We surely won’t do it perfectly

Thankfully that’s not required

Sometimes we barely get through a day

Because it can make you so tired

 

But then comes the smile at the break of the day

The shine comes out of their eyes

It doesn’t matter how tired you are

That sparkle becomes your great prize

 

They grow, and grow and then turn around

The time will slip by so fast

You try to capture the moments

But, oh, how quickly they pass

 

The miracle happens one day you wake up

And see the person they are

Unique in the world, with gifts just their own

To you they’re a shining star

 

No one can reach so deep in your heart

It’s something that you can’t let go

Though they grow up with a life of their own

There’s things only a mother can know

 

That gift, the Lord can put in your heart

Whether the child came from you or not

It’s something that we can give away

The power of love comes from God

 

A richness and depth as the journey ends

You hope you’ve done something right

As you see a reflection that is something good

You know you can rest for the night

 

Trusting in God, they’re in His hands

They were really His all along

The God of the earth let us borrow them

So that we could share His hearts song

 

Through the joys and the sorrows, the love and the pain

We catch a glimpse of Him

As He watches intently each day of our lives

We know why His Son He did send

 

He held nothing back, and we can relate

As we cuddle our precious child

The God of the universe gave us a gift

A mother’s heart, to have for a while.

 

copyright  2018  Jean Chamblee Thomas

THE PAINTERS HOPE – POETRY

We paint upon the canvas

Of our childrens very souls

What picture we do paint

Will forevermore be told

 

Not one of perfection

Does our dear Lord require

But an honest projection

Our need for Him is dire

 

We paint on them forgiveness

Our lives can be a mess

We show them how great His love

Our sins we must confess

 

We paint an honest picture

Denial to avoid

As we come before the Lord

His mercy we implore

 

We paint upon them hope

Of an ever loving God

One we need not hide from

Who is alway on our side

 

We paint upon them grace

That can never be earned

Freely given to us

His character we learn

 

We paint upon them attitude

Of a humble heart we choose

Always bowing down our heads

Or else there’s much we’ll lose

 

We paint upon them seeking

The One who should come first

There is no higher person or thing

For which our hearts should thirst

 

We paint upon them dignity

Our actions shine out loud

What we do in secret too

That’s hidden from the crowd

 

We paint the crown of righteousness

A life well lived receives

Giving glory to the Lord

For the good things we’ve achieved

 

We paint on them the honor

Of service to the Lord

Obedience unto our call

Commitment to His Word

 

We paint upon them sacrifice

His example we must see

Taking up our cross each day

Continuing to believe

 

We paint His face of Justice

He sees both good and bad

One He will reward so good

The other makes Him sad

 

We paint the hope of heaven

With friends we’ll reunite

A happy place that’s paradise

All things will be made right

 

We paint on them endurance

One day at a time

Clinging to the promises

His faithfulness we’ll find

 

We paint on them their value

A gift we have to give

Showing them how much they’re worth

Our words can help them live

 

We paint on them the love we have

Received from God above

Passing it on to them

With prayers He’ll fill their cup

 

We cannot reach perfection

This side of the dirt

We point in His direction

And hope that they will learn

 

Amen.

copyright  2018  Jean Chamblee