Sunday, May 12, 2013

A Poem: A Praying Mother

Proverbs 1:8 "Hear, my son, your father's instruction And do not forsake your mother's teaching"

In ancient Israel the mother was often connected to instructing the young children in the ways of the Lord.  In fact the Jews believed that the Torah (the law of God) was transferred through the mother's milk in a young infant's life.  This Jewish background may explain partially why the Apostle Peter, under divine inspiration, wrote in 1 Peter 2:2 "like newborn babies, long for the pure milk of the word, so that by it you may grow in respect to salvation". By the time a young child reached twelve years of age, they would had memorized the entire contents of the first five books of the Old Testament (called Torah or later on Pentateuch). 

The twelfth to thirteenth year of life marked in Jewish culture the end of childhood, with boys going through a rite of passage called "bar mitzpah" (sons of the covenant), marking them as legal adults.  Children in Biblical times owned much to their mothers, since the mother spent the most time, instructing them in the things of God.  The Apostle Paul reminds young Pastor Timothy in 2 Timothy 1:5 "I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well." (ESV)  

There is much written in God's Word about the place and importance of Godly mothers.  One of those was a lady named Hannah.  Her story is found in 1 Samuel 1-3.  For the remainder of today's post I offer up a little poem based off of God's word in those chapters simply entitled: "A Praying Mother". 

                                                          A Praying Mother

                                            A Poem based off 1 Samuel 1-3
When hope was dim and faith was low
A mother prayed long ago

While others scoffed at her seeming loss

A mother prayed despite the cost
While darkness squeezed its icy grip
A mother’s faith refused to slip
When others forgot her deepening plight
God remembered her prayerful fight

A boy she bore, a prophet to be
A mother’s tears were turned to glee
She told the Lord that the boy was His

A mother gave him with a kiss
She thanked the Lord for what He had done
A mother saw hope in the giving of a son
A mother’s tears as telescopes could see
By the Son would come faith’s victory

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