-- Joaquin Miller (1839-1913)
She fought upon her knees for me,
Then carefully chose each word she'd say.
My mother, girded, stood to fight--
My war against my flesh today.
When conquered, seeking to do wrong,
her wandering child she found--
She drew her sword and in my place--
She stood upon my battle ground.
As she fought she also taught,
And slowly, I too learned to stand--
And face the enemy of my soul,
My Sword held in my hand.
Glory to God for mothers who--
Sound forth their faithful battle cry,
Rallied 'round the cross of Christ--
Pray'n "save my child or let me die."
Thank you God for Mothers!