A Mother's Plea

Oh God, a Mother's heart you surely understand

the pain I feel with no place to put my hand

No tender touch can I give

to those for whom my life I lived.

I wait for love to be regained

I wait for love to heal the pain

I know that this is not your way

I know you hear the prayers I pray

And as I rest my case with Thee

"Bring them home" will be my final plea.

7/25/94

The Secret Place