I am their mother, I’m the one

Who leads and guides and carries on

Strong for the task are these, my arms

To comfort, shelter, soothe and calm

Alert, my eyes to see their need

Busy, my hands to clothe and feed

With confidence my voice is heard

I teach and train them with wise words

But I, their mother, am God’s child

I follow after Him, my Guide

I seek protection in His care

I need the comfort I find there

 

I fail to see the way ahead

My helpless hands must pray instead

I have for them no single thing

I did not first receive from Him

 

So let me mother faithfully

There can no greater honour be

To be a vessel of His grace

To generations of our race

 

May I reflect Your image true

Speak only what I learn from You

One thing I ask of You, my Lord

That children of mine become children of Yours.