Because she is a Mother

´'twas in the days of the revolution in France long years ago,

When food was scarce and folks were starving and friend was turned to foe,

Three solider's crossed a field one morning a Captain and two of his men and as

they walked they saw a movement in the bushes along the fence,

The solider's  stopped with bayonets lifted when out from the briers, there came a woman

half starved and oh so lean and by her side were two little children with faces so haggard and warn.

For a week they had fed on roots and grasses their home and friends were gone.

The Captain tho stern had a heart that was tender and he ordered that they should be fed and 

the solider was glad to give the mother from his knapsack a loaf of bread, she eagerly clutched

the loaf so precious and broke it half in two and gave one piece to each of the children their

hunger she so well knew.

The soldiers looked on the scene astonished that no morsel herself she ate

it is because , said one to the captain with eyes deep seeing and his face with tears, was wet

It is because she is a mother, may you never this sight forget.

Oh motherhood true and brave and tender the same the whole world round

No thought of self, all for some other 'Tis thus thou'  art ever found  for Thow the

price hast paid to its fullness that motherhood only can pay, for the depths of that love

so sure and unfailing, Oh God, make us worthy we pray.

Written By: Mae .M. Brewster

Contributed By: Ruth Schultz