A Weary Mamma’s Prayer



You promised.
I hold You to your Word,
though I tremble and doubt
before all 
I have heard and seen.

Your Holy Spirit sings songs to my soul…
 Do you not know? 
   Have you not heard? 
The LORD is the everlasting God, 
   the Creator of the ends of the earth.

as quickly as the sun does rise,
I see my child growing up before 
my eyes…

I fear instead of trust, based on what these eyes do see-
Instead I ask to be anchored,
to live and move in you joyfully. 

All things-
You said.
All things, I believe.

He will not grow tired or weary, 
   and his understanding no one can fathom. 

Lord, I have seen and heard of your faithfulness,
how you lead each 
one by one
to the light, 
out of darkness….
into that bright, morning sun. 

Your mercy
 I know is new each and every day.
Your beauty,
and splendor
in nature displayed. 

Daily, reminding me.

Day in and day out, awaiting your hand,
as you gently unfold your intricate plan.
Will you recognize me as I 
approach your Promised Land?

Weary from fighting, 
yet drawn by your grace.
Walking by faith,
I long to look upon your face.

He gives strength to the weary 
   and increases the power of the weak.

I will remain true,
what else would I do?
Where would I go?
If my hope would not alone 
be anchored in you.
But it is.

By faith.

Even youths grow tired and weary, 
   and young men stumble and fall; 
but those who hope in the LORD 
   will renew their strength. 

Wings, Lord, I ask for-
wings that I might soar.

Hinds’ feet as well, 
for me to climb the heights 
you say are my reality.
Seated with You, 
forever to be. 

Oh, I ask you to let me soar-
with those wings 

They will soar on wings like eagles; 
   they will run and not grow weary, 
   they will walk and not be faint.

Re-post: This poem was originally shared last January
A Mother’s Prayer

Linking with dVerse
this mamma sure is seeking wings (and hinds’ feet too) this week!

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Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is the author of Journaling for Discovery and Delight. Her writing is included in several anthologies and her poems have been included in the Wickford Poetry and Art Exhibit and Books. Dawn is currently working on her next book. Inquiries at dawn.paoletta@gmail.com

10 thoughts on “A Weary Mamma’s Prayer

  1. That was powerful. I don't think you need to worry too much…He's got you covered under HIS wings…you are safely abiding there….so just fly! He'll catch you if you start to fall. Look at Hebrews 12:1-2. That'll do it.


  2. As mamas we always live here, weary and half afraid, asking to dwell in the shadow of His wings and for eagle's wings to lift us out of it. As I read this, I thought of how the verse in Isaiah ends with, “and they shall walk and not faint.” Maybe we don't always soar, or run, but maybe walking without fainting is where we get to because we live our lives with our hearts attached by a thread to another human being–and her hurts.


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