A Mother’s Peace
by Ruth Bell Graham

She waited for the call

that never came;

searched every mail

for a letter,

or a note,

or card,

that bore his name;

and on her knees

at night,

and on her feet

all day, 

she stormed Heaven’s gate

in his behalf;

she pled for him

in Heaven’s high court.

“Be still, and wait; and see”—

the word God gave;

then she

knew that He would

do in and for and with him,

that which she never could.

So doubts ignored

she went about her chores

with joy—

knowing, though spurned,

His word was true.

The prodigal had not returned,

but God was God,

And there was work to do.

Taken by permission from Clouds Are the Dust of His Feet, by Ruth Bell Graham. ©1992. The Ruth Bell Graham Literary Trust.