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A Mother on Sunday

By Lena Carroll


I went to church today, the first time in
quite a while -
It wasn't easy I'll say, to leave my work
and go - and yet -
Sunday is the Lord's day and so,
I went and listened, with meat of the
Word I was fed.
And then, back home I hurried to fix
dinner and make the bed,
Wash the dishes and sweep the floor,
To care for baby and ready be
To answer the children when they call
For no one but Momma will do,
you see.
But when I had a minute or two
I sat and listened while God spoke
to me,
"I know you are busy, as all Mothers
must be,
And yet, my child, your duty to me
Must not be neglected or laid aside
For Christ, your Savior was busy too -
His followers he taught in the way
to abide.
He did his work as it should be
And then, for you, he took up the cross
And climbed the hill to Calvary!"
I searched my heart and then I knew
That in worship, I'd lost my worries
And my Soul just grew -
My work seemed lighter
When I let in the Lord, His work to do:
Cleanse my mind, and make life brighter.  

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