A Mother’s Request
by Helen Fraser
A good friend of our Mother and Father from
Midland
What do I want for Mother’s Day, you ask;
My fair young daughter, and my stalwart son,
Only that you should finish up the task
That, in life’s evening, seems but just begun;
The task that I can never now complete,
Of setting forth the Way, the Life, the Truth,
Except you lend to me your eager feet,
Your questing spirits and your gallant youth.
What do I want for Mother’s Day? No gift
that any purse could buy. But one request
I make of you: that, daily, you might lift
The Cross of Christ and publish, east and west,
And North and South, the tidings of His Grace.
These feet grow slow, this fading eyesight dims;
Only in you, my children, is my place
Of witness found -- my going on with Him.
What do I want for Mother’s Day? Just this:
Your hands, your hearts, your voices for my Christ.
This is the ultimate of earthly bliss.
There is no comfort I have sacrificed
For you that was too much. So do not bring
The casual token . . . But, when ways grow rough,
Then light my twilight with remembering.
Your Mother’s God, for you, is still enough.
Copyright by David R. Waugh & Ray Waugh, Jr.
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