Mother's Day 2008

Today we honor praying women of the Apostolic faith. Thank you and Happy Mother's Day.

When My Mother Knelt To Pray

byMartyn J. Ballestero Sr.

I cannot tell just how I felt

Or explain to you and say,

The way my little heart did melt

When my mother knelt to pray.

It mattered not just what I did,

Or with what I'd gotten away,

Nothing ever seemed to stay hid

When my mother knelt to pray.

Some mom's pray with folded hands

And memorized words they say,

But it wasn't like that, you understand

With my mother knelt to pray.

The power of God would seem so real

In that special time of day,

Heaven's nearness I could feel

When my mother knelt to pray.

The sweetness of her voice did rise

To God, and melt us all that way,

With a tender cry that I still prize

When my mother knelt to pray.

If hearts could talk, mine'd be the first

To confess to you today,

The "dam" within my soul would burst

When my mother knelt to pray.

She prayed for us all, one by one,

That we'd live for God alway,

It gave new strength to overcome

When my mother knelt to pray.

Hearing my mother thus employed,

From my heart I can only say,
Oh what communion God enjoyed
When my mother knelt to pray.
Years have past and I have knelt
With a family of my own today,
May they, through me, know what I felt
When my mother knelt to pray.