What are you trying to teach me, dear Lord,
As I watch Mother twisting in pain?
I want to learn all that I can from this, Lord,
So her suffering will not be in vain.

Don't let this experience be wasted on me;
Teach me all about patience and grace.
I sit here beside her and ponder what caused
All the lines etched so deep in her face.

Have you kept her on earth till her sons were brought in?
Are her prayers for her boys being heard?
She has been on her knees and is trusting You, Lord,
That the depths of their souls will be stirred.

Are You keeping her here so she'll pray for her girls
As they're coping with all life's demands?
Are her prayers still important for grandchildren, too,
In their homes and in far, foreign lands?

Sometimes it is hard to discover Your will
But for Mother, I haven't a doubt
That some day You'll tell her, "My child, that's enough."
And quietly lead Mother home.

© Mariane Holbrook
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