(a poem that I wrote for my Mother this Mother's Day)
The Portrait of a Biblical Mother
She is brimming with strength and might,
Fighting battles with feminine grace
Conquering evil and shattering lies
Fighting hard for a heavenly Kingdom,
She is brimming with strength and might.
The fruit of her hands is pure and whole,
Seen as good in the eyes of a majestic God.
Worthy of honor amongst her peers,
And yet despised among the enemies of the Lord.
The fruit of her hands is pure and whole.
She does not weary nor lose heart,
A redeemed soul and the mind of Christ are her shield and sword
The word of God, her map thru this tiring journey
Dispelling myths about true beauty
She does not weary nor lose heart.
She is strong in the grace of God
She lacks no slumber or rest
Carrying on thru these treacherous times, she seldom feels worn
God grants her strength to persevere and press on
She is strong in the grace of God.
Her hands have toiled to honor God with new life,
Fear and admonition of Him, she has instilled.
Caring for and nurturing new mighty warriors
Who will strive to fight as she, in this heavenly battle
Her hands have toiled to honor God with new life.
Her heart is full of graciousness and love,
Willing to help all who are in need.
Self-less and humble for those whom she loves,
Yet receiving so little in return.
Her heart is full of graciousness and love.
A life of ease, she has not see,
But integrity is earned from a life of toil
Her spirit has been broken and grieved
But only that she may be able to feel the merciful hand of God
A life of ease she has not seen.
God has smiled upon this sometimes weary soul
Her efforts to further His kingdom and embrace her role
Are precious treasures among the angels in heaven
As Christ will honor her noble endeavors
God has smiled upon this sometimes weary soul.