Blessed Mother
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Randy McClave
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Oh praise the woman, the mother
Praise her more than any and all other,
Whether you are a husband, or wife, or sister, or brother
May God bless her as you won't have another.
Precious female placed upon this earth
To give all of God's creatures their entrance, their birth,
But, that is not all of their heavenly worth
They also give hope, and love, and mirth.
As though alone she sacrifices all just for her child
Even when worries upon her shoulders are piled,
Even if she is used and feels beguiled
From her heart her baby(s) are never exiled.
To God, I need not give her thanks when I pray
As he too felt the warmth in his own doorway,
A woman known, who would never ignore or betray;
God too, had a mother, as they did say.
Randy L. McClave
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