I have such a wonderful, Godly mother in law (mother). I wrote this poem several years ago with her in mind.
Praying Mother
Hell was on my side. Satan thought he had won. I was shackled with guilt and shame. My faith was almost gone, but then something happened when my mother thought of me. She lifted her voice to the Lord and began to pray for me.
Now; Satan was working overtime determined to take me out. I couldn’t quite get the victory and I was having so many doubts. On the verge of giving up, that’s when my mother thought of me. She lifted her voice to the Lord and began to intercede.
God must have heard her many prayers for I rose to me feet. My strength was renewed and my heart now at peace. I thank God for my mother who prays always for me. I know it was her many prayers that set me free.
I thank God for my praying mother who prays so faithfully. Through her own sickness and trials she still prays for me. I thank God for my praying mother for where would I be. Every time she called on the Lord he rescued me.
