You spoke so clear to me,
Every Mother has a place here
Working and Serving Thee.
My Children won't grow into problems
You spoke so plain to me.
If I do my part in molding
Each baby just for Thee.
Dear Father help me teach them
Jesus was sent for you,
And if you have a problem
Ask him what He would do.
Father have me to teach those
That join ours in their play,
It is worry, sin, and sorrow
That tries to rule the day.
Dear Father make me a mother
That never forgets to pray,
I know it is the key to Heaven
And creates Love today.
Mildred Beaver
