A Mother's Prayer

A mother- to- be admires the roundness of her body
As the movements have stopped her in her tracks
She prays to the Lord for rest and sound sleep
She can't remember the last time she relaxed

Moans and cries filled the birthing room,
As a mother pushes with all her might.
"Lord, please give me strength
To push this baby out tonight"

No sounds, hushed tones, rushed moments
Why must I leave while my baby stays?
"I am not finished with him yet, my child
Stay connected with me and pray."

Lord , thank you for my child
Please protect him from these mean streets
Send your Comforter to fill her cup
And provide a safe place to retreat

A Grandmother sings songs of praises
Raising her grandchildren on one accord.
On bended knees she yells to the heavens
"You are the source of my strength, Lord."

The Lord hears the foster mom,
As she soothes the tears of the abused.
Many have turned their backs.
She laments, "I refuse! I refuse! I refuse!

Street lights on and the evening's come
Everyone is not in for the night
Lord, bring her in safe and sound
No date rape, no date drug, no fight.

Gangs , violence and drugs
Trying to take my son away!
Don't want to bury him, Lord
Please keep the bangers at bay!

Mother's all over walk the halls
Trying desperately not to embrace the pain
With a collective voice and collective spirits
Mother's Pray, "Lord, Break Every Chain!"


Rejoicing, shouting, praising and singing,
Just How Great Thou Art
The Lord is always near
We dedicate our kids and our hearts.


©Yolanda Grier 2013