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| Thank you, daughter, for that tribute |
| And for your faith and trust in me |
| God help me now to shape your life |
| For the mother you too someday shall be. |
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| I think at sometime in our life |
| We all have thoughts, or hopes, or plans |
| Of doing something really great |
| Of winning fame and pleasing man; |
| But there's a nobler task by far |
| Surpassing any other. |
| How I rejoice that I've been chosen |
| To be a Christian mother! |
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| Sometimes our job seems endless |
| Our children just don't seem to care |
| How many hours each day we toil |
| With little for ourselves to spare; |
| Then, I think of my own dear mother |
| Who sacrificed so much for me |
| And I thank God for all those years |
| Spent lovingly, unselfishly. |
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| No, I'll never make the history books |
| Or hang in the Hall of Fame |
| But, if when I'm gone, you remember me |
| And care to give me a name |
| Just say I held an honored place |
| As high as any other |
| For I've been chosen of the Lord |
| To be a praying Christian mother! |
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| We recommend you also read |
| "Famous Mothers",
to which |
| this poem is a response. |
