Alert, my eyes to see their need

Busy, my hands to clothe and feed

With confidence my voice is heard

I teach and train them with wise words

But I, their mother, am God’s child

I follow after Him, my Guide

I seek protection in His care

I need the comfort I find there


I fail to see the way ahead

My helpless hands must pray instead

I have for them no single thing

I did not first receive from Him


So let me mother faithfully

There can no greater honour be

To be a vessel of His grace

To generations of our race


May I reflect Your image true

Speak only what I learn from You

One thing I ask of You, my Lord

That children of mine become children of Yours. 

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