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.
