My children are spreading their wings
Oh these children of mine
Do they know?
Do they see how tender, how fragile my mother heart is?
How it aches with each disappointment they face
each time they stumble and fall
I am there
right along with them
As I write these words I think of Jesus
tears of grief
of anger, indignation
at the consequence, the destruction that sin brings
for those He loves
Mary, Martha, Lazarus ....
I carry Him with me every day
for each triumph
He smiles with me
for each heartache
He weeps with me
He holds my mother heart in His hands
and there I trust ....