Not Your Typical Mother's Day Poem

(Photo is from the book, Notes on Love and Courage by Hugh Prather)

We will always be hurt most

Where love runs most deeply

Testing the measure

Of words spouted cheaply

Disappointment often wears

Not the face of strangers,

But family and friends

Born with human nature

Our own weaknesses

Are not excuses

For self-pity or revenge

We should remember Jesus

…and forgive as does He

What we cannot erase

We are broken vessels

Saved by grace

© Janet Martin

 Thinking of hurting mothers this morning. May God's grace fill you with unexpected joy!

 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
² He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
³ He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
⁴ Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
⁵ Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
⁶ Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever. Ps. 23