God's Gift

As I sit and ponder of years gone by

How I've come to this place in time

Looking back I see many people

But to this one there is no equal

Night after night her voice did ring

Beside by bed t'was her choice to sing

Lord prepare this child for service to thee

Yes that age old song, Lord prepare me

Morning by Morning lesson came as well

Hearing a whisper, but whose I could not tell

Slipping from beneath my covers crawling through the dark

Found her silently praying lighting in me a silent spark

Later on as I grew older

I wish I would have more often told her

"I love you" and "Thank you for loving me

Through all the time when none could see

Looking on from this place I stand

Clearly seen is our Lord's mighty hand

Working in her to give such love

Given only from heaven above

Life has been learned by lessons big and small

Meanwhile she has been through them all

If I had a choice I would choose no other

God's gift to me: She is my mother