God's Helpers

God could not be in every place

With loving hands to help erase

The teardrops from each baby's face,

He could not send us here alone

And leave us to a fate unknown;

Without providing for His own,

The outstretched arms of mother.

God could not watch us night and day

And kneel beside our crib to pray,

Or kiss our little aches away;

And so He sent us mother.

And when our childhood days began,

He simply could not take command.

That's why He placed our tiny hand

Securely into mother's.

Life's sun rose higher in the sky.

Full grown were we, yet ever nigh

To love us still, was mother.

And when life's span of years shall end,

I know that God will gladly send,

To welcome home her child again,

That ever-faithful mother.