A Mother’s Prayer
A mother knelt upon her knees there next to her son’s bed.
She clasped her small, delicate hands together.
Then, raising her heat, her eyes filled with tears that stained her cheeks, she began to pray this prayer:
“I pray to Thee, my Lord. See my son, Lord?
He has been taken oh so far away from our home.
He has gone to give his life to his America.
He is fighting for freedom and peace, this son of mine,
Whom I once cradled as a small baby next to my heart.
This little boy of mine, who has grown now into a man.
“The day he left, I saw my boy standing oh so tall and strong.
No fear did I see in his eyes, as he whispered his goodbyes.
“Don’t cry, momma, I will be home soon,” he said, holding me
Silently in his arms.
We both knew that perhaps this was for the last time.
Please, Lord, hear this mother’s heart pleading, begging you
“Dear God, hold him in the palm of your hand until he is
Safely home again. He is so brave, Lord.
I am so proud of my son, but you see, I’m missing him so much now.
I am frightened of losing him forever, yet in my heart I know what
He is doing is right.
For its our America, our beliefs in freedom that he’s gone to fight for.
Alongside our American mothers, sons, daughters & fathers.
We are giving them freely, Lord from the deepest part of our hearts
As we are holding tight to that American dream that our country
And all countries be free of terrorism, oppression and wars so
One day we may all live in peace.”
“Yes, Lord,” she prayed, “I understand. I know why my son had to go.
Please, for me Lord, touch his heart with the warmth of my love this night.
Let him know his mother is holding him close
In her thoughts and in her prayers.
And as he sleeps tonight, Let my mother’s love fill his dreams.
Tell him I’m keeping him safe in that special place
That all mothers keep their children
In the deepest core of their hearts.
Give me a sign, Lord that he is alive and well and that he’s okay.
For this is all I ask, dear God, that you have heard this mother’s prayer. Amen.”
She rose from her knees and walked to her bedroom window. She looked up at the silent star-filled night.
“My son, my son, I love you,” she wept.
Then suddenly a soft breeze flowed gently through her window
Touching her face and drying her tears.
She heard an angelic voice softly whisper
“Look there above you, do you not see?”
As she raised her eyes, a falling star was streaming across the black night sky.
She felt a sudden loving warmth that filled her very soul
And she knew that God was holding her son safely
In the palm of His hand.
She whispered “Thank you.”
God Bless our men and women over in Iraq
May God watch over them.
