It takes a mother’s love to make a house a home,
A place to be remembered, no matter where we roam.
It takes a mother’s patience to bring a child up right,
And her courage and her cheerfulness to make a dark day bright.
It takes a mother’s thoughtfulness to mend the heart’s deep hurts,
And her skill and her endurance to mend little socks and shirts.
It takes a mother’s kindness to forgive us when we err,
To sympathize in trouble and bow her head in prayer.
It takes a mother’s wisdom to recognize our needs,
And to give us reassurance by her loving words and deeds.
It takes a mother’s endless faith, her confidence and trust,
To guide us through the pitfalls of selfishness and lust.
And that is why in all this world there could not be another,
Who could fulfill god’s purpose as completely as a mother.
From Pulpit Helps May 1995.
A Mother’s Prayer
Please let me keep on going, Lord, from dawn to setting sun,
’Till I’m no longer needed, and all my work is done.
Please let me be around to see my little ones grow strong,
And keep my shoulder handy for their tears when things go wrong.
Please let me make our home a place they’re happy to be in---
And help me by example to keep them free from sin.
For not until they’re all prepared to face life’s rocky road,
Does any mother dare to drop her burden and her load.
It’s only then that she can feel she’s truly earned her rest,
As thankfully she whispers, "Lord, I’ve done my very best!"
Quotations About Mother
"Her ability to love is exceeded only by God’s love itself" (Rex Burns).
"The love of a mother is never exhausted; it never changes; it never tires. It endures through all--- in good repute, in bad repute, in the face of the world’s condemnation, a mother’s love still lives on." (Irving)
"All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother" (Abraham Lincoln).
"Automation is a process that gets all the work done while you just sit there. When you were younger, this process was called mother" (George Corder, Jr.).
"Six hundred students at a university were asked to write on a piece of paper the most beautiful word in the English language.
422 wrote the word mother, 112 wrote the word home" (Roy Angell).
"What you gave to us, your children--- your influence, your love, your greatness--- will forever be a part of our lives." (Laurene Bussey).
"Her children arise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her" (Prov. 31: 28).
"It is at our mother’s knee that we acquire our noblest and truest and highest ideals" (Mark Twain).
Let us thank God for Christian mothers!
Pulpit Helps, 5/95.
A Mother’s Day Prayer
Our Father in Heaven, whose love is divine,
Thanks for the love of a mother like mine.
And in thy Great mercy, look down from above,
And grant this dear mother the gift of your love.
And all through the year, whatever betide her,
Assure her each day that you are beside her.
And, Father in Heaven, show me the way,
To lighten her tasks and brighten her day.
And bless her dear heart with the insight to see,
That her love means more than the world to me.
WHAT IS A MOTHER?
A mother can be almost any size or age,
(But she won’t admit to anything over thirty.)
A mother has soft hands and smells good.
She likes new dresses, music, a clean house,
her children’s kisses, an automatic washer and Daddy.
A mother doesn’t like having her children sick, muddy
feet, temper tantrums, loud noises or bad report cards.
A mother can read a thermometer (much to the amazement of Daddy)
and, like magic, can kiss a hurt away.
A mother can bake good cakes and pies,
but likes to see her children eat vegetables.
A mother can stuff a fat baby into a snowsuit in seconds,
and can kiss sad little faces and make them smile.
A mother is underpaid, has long hours and gets very little rest.
She worries too much about her children,
but she says she doesn’t mind at all.
And no matter how old her children are,
She still thinks of them as her little ones.
She is the guardian angel of the family,
the queen, the tender hand of love.
Mother is the best friend any one ever had.
A MOTHER - WHOSE LIFE WAS NOT WASTED
Ian McClaren tells about visiting an old Scotch lady who was standing in her kitchen weeping. She wiped her eyes with the corner of her apron, and when the minister asked her what was the matter, she confessed;