THE UNKNOWN MISSIONARY
My mother, the unknown missionary
With five noisy children in tow,
From dawn till dusk we kept her busy
As she taught us and watched us grow.
Those child-days were long and wearisome
With babies, toddlers, and more.
But training up children in the way they should go
Was a mandate to Mum, not a chore.
It wasn’t easy with many small children,
The days stretched out long one by one,
“Don’t grow weary in doing what’s good”
Was the Scripture that encouraged Mum.
To God she always taught us to look,
Him we were taught to love,
As Friend and Savior, Lord of all,
Our minds were on things above.
Now we are grown and have all left home,
Waving goodbye one by one,
But we’ll always be impacted by the lessons taught
By the unknown missionary, our Mum.
~ Hannah Bronn
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