Listen, Lord,
a mother’s praying
low and quiet:
listen, please.
Listen what her tears
are saying,
see her heart
upon its knees;
lift the load
from her bowed shoulders
till she sees
and understands,
You, Who hold
the worlds together,
hold her problems
in Your hands.
from “Clouds are the Dust of His Feet” by Ruth Bell Graham (1992, Crossway Books)Give To Where Most Needed
