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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A mother’s love for her child flows freely through her veins - Sometimes so great she sheds her tears in the greatest of the rain. A mother’s love for her child makes her pace the floor late at night Til she sees the face of her child and the darkness gives way to light. She will hold him close to her breast- rock him in the fold of her arm- Thank God for His safety that He has kept him from danger and harm. Even when illness comes his welling cries fill the entire room- She kisses him gently on the forehead believes the fever will pass soon. Motherly affection takes over she so gently wipes his brow- Whispers in his ear ‘I know that God will make a way somehow’. She lifts her hands unto her father in Heaven and she begins to say- Jesus I know you to be healer so please hear me when I pray. Please keep my child Jesus, if you will-remove this dark cloud- Just speak the Word Sir with your power don’t have to be out loud. It was you when I was sick who touched and did help me- When my burdens got heavy too heavy to bear it was you who kept me. A mother’s love for her child makes her do all that she can do- Til’ she can’t do any more Lord I’m depending on only you. No matter how long she stays on her knees and out to God she cries- Heaven has the last say, sometimes...still…her child dies. Through her veins is the love of a mother. V’Cleotis’S
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