When God Made a Mother

He helps the wind to start, he allows the trees to grow The earth is set to spin only because he states it so He makes the sun, the rain and storms, he sets the ships to sale Looks down at all our issues, and still sets a path to make a trail He helps our food to grow in this old and tired dirt He places life here on earth and guides them through the hurt He grew so tired helping, healing, with all this to be true He came up with a plan, to give a helping hand its due He would create a loving creature, to help him with these things Someone kind, and smart and strong, who wouldn’t give up on anything What are you waiting for; Angel’s get started on this art She’ll have a gentle touch, this is where we’ll start We’ll give her arms that hold so tight, but know when to let go A voice that calms a weary soul, to lift them up and help them grow Her smile will be heavenly, her eyes will see the best Her embrace will be so warm, upon her beating chest Make her a teacher too, give her all the tools she may need Have her teach them empathy, compassion and the ability to lead Let her feet move fast, when they are hurt or crying Make a brain to help her know if they are busy lying Give her a stomach that tells her when there is something wrong And a backbone for when they’re will is way too strong Oh how bright we are, smart and witty, so they thought We can do this any day, there’s nothing we forgot They took her to the Lord, so proud and gleeful, thee He looked her over, but there’s something missing, see She needs a heart so big so deep to carry pain, joy and fear To carry all this love, anger and of course every tear She needs a heart that will sustain a storm, loneliness and pride But one that will slow down and show a calmer kind of side My friends, a Mother’s love should be so magnificent, you see A true second, of course, to no one else but me