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.
