I wrote this poem for my daughter.
I remember sitting in the rocking chair with her in my arms. She was so little and I was so in love. This poem poured out of me and never left
A Mother’s Prayer
My tiny little baby;
Growing healthy and strong;
Help me Lord Jesus, to teach her right from wrong.
To teach her of My Saviors love, this tiny little one;
So when the world say. “Come, let’s play” In you she’ll have more fun.
And as she grows and learns of you, and walks with you each day.
My content prayer for her will be, “Lord, teach her how to pray.”
~ Stena Mears ~ © 1983