I never sat alone, in my pain,

Waiting for help ... waiting in vain.

For, Mama was there with sweet

soothing words;

Wisdom to lend, when I finally heard.

Oh, how I love the guidance she gave,

Helping her child to be brave.

My Mother's prayers came from a

loving heart.

My Mother's prayers helped me to

stand apart.

Choosing my way in careful deeds,

I stood alone, but not in need.

For, she was there with her Mother's prayer.

Each race I won, Mama was there ...

Cheering me on, saying her prayer.

And when I fell, bleeding and bruised,

I could look up to that face I knew;

Shining with hope, telling me true,

"I'll always be there for you."

My Mother's prayers filled me with

hope again.

My Mother's prayers made her my

dearest friend.

And in my prayer, I called her name

Again and again. I know the gain.

I'm only here because of Mama's prayers.

My Mother's eyes let His love shine through.

Her deep desires were His wishes, too.

Sometimes at night, when I'm all alone,

I hear a voice, much like my own,

Saying a prayer, making a plea;

Just like my Mom did for me.

My Mother's prayers - hallowed forevermore.

My Mother's prayers - echo from

Heaven's shore.

My Mother's prayer I hear again

And say them when my child's in need.

Love's always there - in a Mother's prayer.

Love's always there - in a Mother's prayer.

by Joan Clifton Costner

Photo By Joan.

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