At His Feet (Mothers Tribute) - Poem by Cecelia Weir
At His Feet
She watched she waited
As her Son hung crucified
That our souls be saved.
Her tears her sorrows
Are still felt today
As the hearts of Mother's pray
For the sake of their children
To humble themsleves to be saved.
Some are mothers from the heart
Some are mothers through birth
But the love of any real mother
Are driven by the Spirit and Truths
Of God's Most Precious Holy Word.
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