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.

 
Taken by permission from “Ruth Graham’s Collected Poems,” by Ruth Bell Graham, ©1977, 1992, 1997 The Ruth Graham Literary Trust.

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