The Essence of a Mother
I asked her of her goals, inquired of her dreams,
Maybe somewhere in a fantasy she'd rise to be a Queen.
Maybe she would rule in splendor and gain the worldly praise,
She'd stand so tall, over all, with lightning in her gaze.
I paused to hear her answer which came in quick reply,
Not an actor nor a dancer, which was much to my surprise!
Spoken like a Queen, with the sound of softest thunder,
Came the words, seldom heard, she wished to be a Mother.
I saw a Man in hunger, forty days and forty nights,
His works were made of wonder and love was in His eyes,
I saw that He was tempted to reign and rule supreme,
Yet He chose to be a Servant, and He died for you and me.
He could have ruled in splendor, and gained the worldly praise,
He'd stand so tall, over all, with lightning in His gaze.
But He had come to serve, Our Valiant Elder Brother.
The Essence of a Daughter who strives to be a Mother.
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