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A Mother's Prayer

By Cynthia Lovely

God, I don’t know why my questions go unanswered.
I love this child You’ve given me.
But I don’t know how to cope with the
pain
frustration
exhaustion.

Reactions from well-meaning friends
are sometimes hurtful.
Through their eyes they see,
handicapped
slow
disabled.

If they could only see
through Your eyes
of divine love and mercy,
beautiful
special
beloved.

Lord, I need your grace
o raise this child in Your ways.
I’m desperate for Your touch of
compassion
mercy
gentleness.

Help me to look beyond
all the medical jargon,
specialists and consultants,
fancy words
terms
labels.

Turn my eyes toward You, Jesus.
To gaze upon Your face
and to feel once again,
hope
strength
peace.

In the early hours of morn
and the dark despair of night,
shine Your light upon my path-
bright
clear
unwavering.

Lord, You see every tear.
You bind up the wounds
of the broken-hearted with
healing
soothing
grace.

God, I accept that I don’t have
all the answers.
Because one fact remains
solid
sure
concrete.

You have promised
in Your word that
You will never
leave
abandon
forsake us.

I trust in that promise
and I pray for wisdom.
Help me to follow You
today
tomorrow
forever.

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