Still

Mother's Day has come and gone
The sweet painted foot print butterflies still hang for all to see
Mornings come again, with rumbling bellies and sleepy squishy faces
Breakfast to be made, homes to be kept, errands to tend to As well
And still
The life of newborn babies snipped away
A mother's arms left empty
A wayward  child walks away
Another heart breaks in prayer
And still
Rise up dear momas, and hear His call
In this world of uncertainty and hate for what is sacred
Cast our fears at the feet of Jesus
Impress His love, His words, His grace
And still
Be still
And know that He is God