Bright Harvest by Grace Noll Crowell - HTML preview

Mothers

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O linked are all the mothers of the earth,

Though white or black or yellow they may

be,

Not only through the suffering of birth,

But through the sterner, graver agony

Of world-wide need, of hunger of the soul

And of the body in this crucial hour;

The need of Christ to make a sick world whole;

The desperate need of his sustaining power.

O mothers, on your knees! Prevailing prayer

Is often wrought by women as they pray

For their own sons—it reaches out to share

With other mothers’ sons along the way.

Women of earth, within your lifted hands

May lie the sure salvation of all lands.

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