Sharing a Poem

Mother, behold thy Saviour's face,
His hands, and feet, and side,
Canst thou not trust His love and grace,
Who for thy dear ones died?
Oh, lay those tender lambs of thine
On that kind Shepherd's breast;
Their future to His care resign,
And in His wisdom rest.

Mother, how multiplied thy joy,
What solace to thy fears;
To train them now thy sweet employ,
To serve in coming years.
Still look to Him, and trust, and pray,
Who has the work begun;
"e'en as thou wilt" still hear him say,
"Woman, it shall be done."                              James G. Deck