Wednesday, November 6

Mother, Mother by Monique Duell

With the strength of ten men as an army of one

We were created to carry daughters and sons

With the breath of God, we were spoken into existence

Fearfully and wonderfully made like Abba, it’s no coincidence

Built ford tough to be fruitful and multiply

Anointed to replenish the earth and wipe the tears from the world’s eyes

Hands calloused, fingers tired, wounded, and weary

No sleep, babies gotta eat, trying to think clearly

Working job after job just to make a dollar

Laboring twice as hard as our male counterparts

Breaking the bias because our greatness is a threat

Here by design, one of a kind, always got your back

We are the expression of God in human flesh

Clothed in power, strength, wisdom, and righteousness

Mothers are the gift that keeps on giving when there’s nothing left

Overcoming every obstacle until our very last breath

Mother, mother, your presence is a gift to all

Thank you for your sacrifice and for catching us when we fall

Our children shall rise up and call us blessed

Because we’ve made it through every storm and every test

Bold as a lion with a heart of gold

A Mother’s love is food for the soul

From Monique Duell

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