My...Mother - A Prayer

For the body you gave me, the bone and the sinew, the heart and the brain that are yours, my mother, I thank you.

I thank you for the light in my eyes, the blood in my veins, for my speech, for my life, for my being.  All that I am is from you who bore me.

For all the love that you gave me, unmeasured from the beginning, my mother, I thank you.   I thank you for the hand that led me, the voice that directed me, the breast that nestled, the arm that shielded me, the lap that rested me. All that I am is by you, who nursed me.

For your smile in the morning and your kiss at night, my mother, I thank you.  I thank you for the tears you shed over me, the songs you sang to me, the prayers that you said for me, for your vigils and ministerings.  All that I am is by you who reared me.

For the faith you had in me, the hope you had for me, for your trust, and your pride, my mother, I thank you.  I thank you for your praise and your chiding, for the justice you bred in to me and the honor you made mine.

All that I am you taught me.  For the sore travail that I caused you, for the visions and despairs, my mother, forgive me.  Forgive me the peril I brought you to, the sobs and moans I wrung from you, and for the strength I took from you, mother, forgive me.   For the fears I gave you, for the alarms and the dread my mother, forgive me.   Forgive me the joys I deprived you, the toils I made for you, for the hours, the days and the years I claimed from you, mother forgive me.

For the times I hurt you, the times I had no smile for you, the caresses I did not give you, my mother, forgive me. Forgive me for my angers and my revolts, for my deceits and evasions, for all the pangs and sorrows I brought to you, my mother, forgive me.

For your lessons I did not learn, for your wish I did not heed, for the counsels I did not obey, my mother, forgive me.  Forgive me my pride in my youth and my glory in my strength that I forgot the holiness of your years and the veneration of your weakness, for my neglect, for my selfishness, for all the great debts of your love that I have not paid mother, sweet mother, forgive me.

And may the peace and the joy that passeth all understanding be
yours my mother, forever and ever. Amen


A Wonderful Mother

GOD made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.



"God only made wrinkles to show where our smiles had been."


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