Oh LORD you call me and call me, today you call me the Mother of Wisdom. My son is certainly wise with the blessings that you gave him. He is so balanced, peaceful and a treasure to behold, he cannot be sold now that he knows the way, and how people can sway against him.
LORD you bestowed your gift of light upon me, a diamond that shines in the night. He has the insight and the heart of a 1,000 men, I know that when the day comes you will call him.
He lives in a constant retreat of your arms Ahava, the one and only perfect Father. He never complains or asks for anything. How humble the child is, such humility not even seeing his own beauty.
How blessed I was to be chosen to be his mother, the mother of wisdom. I cherish each day that wisdom is here, sheer with clarity. I treasure each moment that I am here to hold him in my arms, and to be held in his.
A child that shone from the day he was born when his mother sung to him. When the nurses and sister crowded around us, I asked her why? She replied with a smile 'A child is only as good as its mother'.
O LORD I would have loved to have birthed more children but it was not your will for me to do so. When I cried, the holy mother said that I would always be surrounded by children.
LORD may your will be done for us both, you hold our lives in your hand, it is for you to choose our destiny, together or apart. You provided the chart of the course that our lives would take for humanities sake. We have been together since the start, two hearts beat as one.
Ahava LORD Ahava
Sunday 22 August 2010
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