Matthew 23:27/Luke 13:34 How often I wanted to gather your children together, like a mother hen gathers her chicks under her wings.

Dear, dear, Lord, what have you done?

A brand new life you’ve just begun.

You gave this life eternity,

then gave it’s first few steps to me!

For such a task, I don’t feel fit.

I know I”m just not up to it.

I stumble on my rambling way,

and seldom find the words to say.

If, with just me, I muddle through,

how will I ever manage two?

Another soul to bless and guide,

to teach and cheer and walk beside.

To be a mother brave and strong

I’d need your strength the whole day long.

Oh right! I see what you’re up to!

You want me to rely on you,

to step aside and let you be:


4 replies on “UNDER HIS WINGS”

Beautiful poem. I love that God can be both a mother and father to me, in spite of the damage caused by by my earthly mother and father.


You might want to needlepoint or paint the verse: Psalm 27:10 When my father and mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.


Or Isaiah 49:15,16 “A woman may forget her sucking child and not have compassion of the son of her womb, yet I will not forget thee. Check it out, I have your name carved on the palms of my hands so that I can not forget you! Ouch! I might write something in ballpoint on my hand, but engrave it? No sir! He must really like you!


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