The Mother's prayer ...

O Lord, in the hush of my womb, where a spark of Your life starts to bloom.

Hold this soul as they grow, guide each heartbeat’s blood flow.

As Your love fills their sacred small room.

When they tumble and toddle and sway, taking brave little steps through the day.

Keep them steady and strong, when the path feels so long.

Guide Your hand, showing their way.

As they grin with a gap in their smile, and their wonder expands every mile,

Bless the questions they ask, give me grace for the task,

Forgoing work, just to hold them awhile.

When the world pulls them into its spin, And they long to be seen, to fit in,

Guard their heart from the noise, guide their choices and joys.

Let Your whisper be louder within.

When they pack up their dreams and depart, With ambition and wide-open hearts,

Hold them close though they roam, be their compass and home.

Keep us bound though we live far apart.

As my hair grows silver with years, And the quiet grows loud in my ears,

Stay by me each night, be my comfort and light.

Calm my worries, my aches, and my fears. 

For this prayer, Lord, is whispered by me — a young mother of Nazareth, you see.

From His first fragile breath To His triumph o’er death,

I am Mary… and this is my plea.