(This came to me, to write down what was in my heart… It was a lovely morning as I sat on the porch of the nursing home waiting for my ride after working the graveyard shift! Generics-a ministry as unto the Lord! Nursing the elderly was my vocation!)
When the dew drops upon the green blades of grass, I see the hopeful rays of golden sun kissing the drops in glee…
When the robin gives forth the best in rapturous melody, and the crisp morning air touches your cheek as a mother’s kiss and prayer…
God made mothers for you and me which was the destiny for us, you see.
It was all for the Plan of Salvation of which God gave to mothers the Golden Key!
That Golden Key, mothers use to unlock the hearts of their children, for what other reason than to let God come in!
A mother, a crown of glory upon her head, and arrayed in white… righteousness… and redeemed… anxiously waiting to appear before God’s Throne!
Her reward?-to share in God’s Glory.
And as she gazes into the eyes of her Beholder and Creator, the Ivory Palaces are [forever] hers.
Why?-because she loved me, and most of all, her Lord!
flowers of the field
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