God's Helpers - Poem by Edwina Reizer
Every mother in the world when they're giving birth
accepts the labor pains that come because she knows their worth.
As contractions come and go, she silently does pray
her baby will be healthy in every single way.
She has felt the fluttering and quickening of new ife.
Sometimes feeling peaceful and sometimes feeling strife,
She wonders how she'll handle the responsibility
of caring for a child that hopefully will be
all she's ever hoped for and prayed for many nights.
When she hears the babe's first cry it takes her to new heights.
She's never had that feeling. It cannot be replaced.
She gives thanks many times for having been so graced.
A mother is God's helper in so many ways.
She praises as she raises her child and she always stays
faithful 'til her dying breath takes her and then
she's sure God will take over and watch her child again.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS
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