A Mother’s Day Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

Listen, Lord,

a mother’s praying

low and quiet:

listen, please.

Listen what her tears

are saying,

see her heart

upon its knees;

lift the load

from her bowed shoulders

till she sees

and understands,

You, Who hold

the worlds together,

hold her problems

in Your hands.

from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” by Ruth Bell Graham (1992, Crossway Books)