Poetry

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My Mother Prayed for me
while living in her womb
Her voice sounded so sweet
When she would speak aloud.

There were times I heard her speaking,
To someone she sure loved.
It was about the same time everyday
she called the Name aloud.

Soon I was born and she would sing
about that particular Name.
By now it was a sound I loved
because she always talked of Him.

One day when I was five,
Her voice broke in tears.
Upon her knees I heard her say
Please take away her sin.

Was there someone bad
living in our home?
Someone I did not know?
What kind of sin was it?

I knew of sin my mother taught.
It‘s when you tell a lie.
To take something that isn’t your’s
or make your neighbor cry.


Listening close, I heard her say
“My child needs to be clean.”
Please save her soon. I love her so,
It was for her you died.

Turning away so quietly
I tip-toed to my room
Then kneeling down beside my bed
I call upon that Name.


I prayed a prayer, just like she does.
“Dear Jesus hear me now,
I’m just a little child
But I want to love you so.”

“My Mother says that I’m not clean.
Sometimes I suck my thumb?
Can you show me what I’ve done
I do not understand.”


A still small voice then spoke to me,
Even though I know you’ve tried,
Sin belongs to everyone child.
It is your nature little one.


Just trust me though, I’ve paid it all,
now you can be free,
I came to save you from your sin
When I died upon the tree.

Mother! I cried,
come look at me!
He took away the my sin,
And left me squeaky clean.

Now I am clean! As clean can be,
My down deep inside part.
It didn’t take you scrubbing me,
Cause He moved right in my heart.

Looking back at childhood
It was my mother’s prayer.
Now he listens to another prayer
As I bow upon My knee.

One day my child was oh so young in years.
Upon my knees I cried deep within,
My voice too broke in tears.
Please Father, take away his sin.
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