As Mothers, we are special.
There is no nobler call.
We are the Masterpiece of God.
He designed us, one and all.
His plans are always perfect.
With each season, there comes change
And, just as Summer follows Spring,
Each life He has arranged.
In the springtime of our youth,
A mother's love is always near.
She shows us how to serve the Lord,
In the growth of tender years.
She loves us unconditionally,
Has patience beyond measure.
She cultivates our eager hearts and
Thanks God for this great treasure.
As this season of our life
Gives way to summer's sun,
It's in these years we blossom
And a new phase has begun.
As a mother, she knows that danger
Into this season will creep.
So, with a prayerful heart, on bending knees,
She prays our souls He'll keep.
We're no longer tiny babies,
When a kiss could heal our pain.
It's then she listens, with her heart,
And quiets tears that fall like rain.
We, slowly, start to break the ties
Of Mother's apron strings
And, right before her very eyes,
Her little child takes wing.
Her years of prayer and teaching
Are now put to the test
As we begin the search for love,
Which is a awesome quest.
She prays that we are listening
To the sound of God's still voice.
For, if we are, she knows that "He"
Will help us make the choice.
Then, once again, the seasons change,
As we listen to God's call,
And, now, her child has made the journey
Through summer into fall.
It's in this season that life begins
The circle to complete,
As our lives change and we understand,
With the patter of little feet.
We now can know and comprehend
Just what our mother meant
When we heard her thank our God, above,
For the miracle that He sent.
Now, we will teach our children,
Just as to us was taught,
That Jesus gave His life for them
And their soul His blood has bought.
We'll teach our children to love the Lord,
As they sit down at our knee,
And, as we bow our heads to pray,
We'll remember our mother's plea.
We, too, will thank our God, above,
For the children in our arms
And with prayerful hearts on bending knees,
Pray He'll keep them safe from harm.
Now, we will watch, as our children journey
From spring and on through fall.
As they grow in spirit and in truth,
They will answer to God's call.
It's then, as Grandmothers, we reflect
On the seasons and all they've blessed,
As we step into tomorrow
And the years of winter's rest.
It's in this season we look back
At our joys and all our trials.
With thankful hearts, we turn to God
And thank Him for every mile.
God's presence has always surrounded us.
He, now, keeps us free from strife
As we journey into the future,
Through the Seasons of our Life.
Copyright © Loretta Coley Lipsey & Laura Lipsey Hayes
Who can find a virtuous woman? For her worth is far above Rubies.
The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so she will have no lack of gain.
Her Children rise up and call her Blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her:
"Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all."
Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman
who fears the Lord, shall be praised.