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MOTHER'S PRAYER
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MY PRECIOUS SONS
MY JOB IS DONE.
YOU'RE ALL GROWN.
OUT ON YOUR OWN.
WHAT CAN I SAY,
I ONLY CAN PRAY.
GOD WATCH THEM DAY AND NIGHT.
DON'T LET THEM OUT OF YOUR SIGHT.
KEEP THEM SAFE FROM ALL HARM
HOLD THEM WITH YOUR ARM.
WALK WITH THM HAND AND HAND
THROUGH THIS WICKED LAND.
I GIVE THEM TO YOU,
FOR THEY'RE REALLY YOURS TOO.
I LOVE THEM DEAR GOD,
BUT THEY NEED YOUR ROD.
MAKE THEM LOVING AND STRONG.
HELP THEM NOT TO DO WRONG.
I KNOW EVEN THOUGH THEY STRAY
YOU'LL HELP THEM ON THEIR WAY.
THEY'LL BE FINE MEN.
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE THEM.
MARY JANE VINCENT
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MOTHERHOOD
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MOTHERHOOD, WHAT A BLESSING.
SOMETIMES IT'S VERY INTERESTING.
OH MY,
REMEMBER ALL THE WHYS?
WHAT MAKES THE WIND BLOW?
HOW DOES THE CAR GO?
MOMMY, TELL ME PLEASE,
WHEY DO DOGS HAVE FLEAS?
TELL ME HOW FAR
IS THE NEAREST STAR?
WHAT MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND?
WHAT IS UNDER THE GROUND?
WHY ARE WE HAVING A BABY BROTHER?
AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR MOTHER?
THEN, WHEN THEY GET OLDER
THEIR QUESTIONS GET BOLDER.
LIKE; WHERE DID I COME FROM?
THEY CAN MAKE YOU FEEL SO DUMB.
DO YOU THINK BOYS LIKE ME?
WHAT WILL I GROW TO BE?
THEN, IT'S DAD CAN I BORROW THE CAR?
I PROMISE I WON'T GO REAL FAR.
I HAVE THIS HOT DATE
I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE.
AT THIS TIME, THEY KNOW IT ALL.
IT'S LIKE TALKING TO A BRICK WALL.
BEFORE YOU REALIZE IT,
ADULTHOOD HAS HIT.
YOU WATCH THEM GOING OUT THE DOOR.
SOMEHOW YOU FEEL OLDER THAN BEFORE.
MOTHERHOOD NEVER ENDS,
JUST DEEPER LOVE BEGINS.
MARY JANE VINCENT
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SMALL VOICE
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THE UNBORN CHILDREN HAVE NO VOICE.
THE UNBORN CHILDREN HAVE NO CHOICE.
LIFE OR DEATH; WHAT WILL IT BE,
THAT'S A DECISION LEFT UP TO YOU AND ME.
DO THEY NOT HAVE A RIGHT TO LIVE;
TO FIND OUT WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A KID.
THE RIGHT TO LIVE AND BREATHE,
EVEN THOUGH IT MIGHT NOT BE CONVENIENT FOR ME.
OH SURE, SOME KIDS WILL HAVE IT BAD.
WE'LL LOOK AT IT AND BE SAD.
SURE, SOME BABIES ARE CRIPPLED IN BODY AND MIND.
THERE'S SOMETHING INTERESTING I FIND.
DO YOU REALIZE
WE USED TO BE THEIR SIZE.
THE ONLY REASON I WRITE THESE WORDS,
THESE THINGS NEED TO BE HEARD.
JESUS KNOWS THEIR CRIES OF TORTURE AND PAIN.
HE KNOWS THE MILLIONS THAT'S BEEN SLAIN.
WE NEED TO FIND SOMEWAY,
TO HELP THE UNBORN; TODAY.
THE UNBORN HAVE NO CHOICE.
THE UNBORN HAVE NO VOICE.
MARY JANE VINCENT
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