When Momma Prayed

Her children arise up, and call her blessed  Psalms 31:28


Many called her a prayer warrior while on her journey here below.

She taught the love of God that brought salvation to the soul.

Everyday at the chime of twelve she fell on her knees and rang

heavens prayer bells.

She called out each name in earnest plea; praying that their souls

would be set free. 

She would often linger in prayer; seeking God for their special care

Each one she committed  to him in trust and faith.

She prayed daily for God's eternal grace.
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Caulfield Avatar
April 28, 2012 at 11:31 AM
Lori this poem is very touching. I need to also fall on my knees more often to pray for my children. Thank you for writing it. God bless you.
Martin Avatar
August 20, 2011 at 2:07 AM
Thanks Lori, this one reminds me of my own mother - God rest her saintly soul. Thanks also for commenting on "Limbo." Glad you liked it. Stay sweet and keep writing - I Love you work! Terry Martin
Wesley Avatar
August 3, 2011 at 7:02 PM
A moving verse on the power of prayer Lori, enjoyed your visit!
Mehta Avatar
August 2, 2011 at 9:50 PM
very creative and moving write, Lori
Farmer Avatar
August 2, 2011 at 9:05 AM
A touching piece indeed Lori. Regards Jemmy
Loving Iii Avatar
August 1, 2011 at 7:56 PM
mammas had to pray, we was so much trouble. john
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