MOTHER’S DUTY

The evangelistic men

Took to the road again.

And thousands there did glory

As they heard salvation’s story.

In the spotlight (true to type)

They did revel in the hype

With thousand dollar suits

They had parted from their roots.

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They did so well

And spoke of hell

With banquets of fresh salmon.

They spoke of God

And spoke of God

But their new god was Mammon.

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And just a mile away

She was up at break of day.

With hungry mouths to feed

There simply was no time for greed.

A friend had called that day

And that friend was in dismay.

            I just want some peace and quiet

            But my children all run riot.

            I just don’t know what to do

            So I thought I’d turn to you.

            Your children are so great,

            A thing I envy, almost hate.’

The woman smiled and sighed,

            But you don’t know how oft I cried

          To the Lord, for His help and for His care.

          I just look at daily things

          And the comfort that they bring,

          But take the credit? No! No! I wouldn’t dare.

          Doing dishes gives me peace,

          See what happens to the grease

          That adheres, so tenacious to these plates.

          Just like sin does cleave to me,

          But God’s grace does set me free.

          Just one squirt, and see the action of His grace.

          Then rinse with water of His Word,

          A parallel that’s not absurd

          For it gives to me the comfort that I seek.

          And I can only do my best

          And it is God Who gives me rest,

          For I can only fit seven days in every week.

            But what’s the balance?

Said the other.

            How can I be such a mother?

            It’s the balance that I seek

            For I feel so small and weak.

            The children’s legs are two,

          What does that fact mean to you?

Said the woman to her friend to ease the pain.

            Love and Discipline are they

          So flee from your dismay.

          Your children fall but need two legs to stand again.

          You’ll support them to the end.

          But you’re their Parent, not their Friend,

          So give to them the limits that they seek.

          Be firm, and yet be fair,

          And that will show how much you care.

          And one way to spell Rebellion is ‘cheek.’

            To change the subject, said the friend,

            Have you been, yet, to Gravesend?

            Where two evangelists are preaching

            And exciting things they’re teaching.

The woman answered, No.

          Why ever should I go?

          To see those men who now devour the flock?

          Vain excitement’s not the thing,

          A depth of joy the Spirit brings.

          Just wait and see them smitten by the Rock.

            You’ve such a narrow view!

            And your advice is narrow too!

            If you will be my friend

            Why don’t you compromise, and bend?


The woman was silent

And stared at the fire.

Oh! What had she said

To raise her friend’s ire.

But after her prayer

Then she was resolved.

And after her prayer

The problem was solved.

            A prophet some did mock

          But soon the parents were in shock

          As they heard the news so rare,

          Their children slain by a bear.

          And Moses almost died

          For his child not circumcised

          And a prophet broke his neck

          For his sons not held in check.

          Our children are not owned

          But by God are simply loaned,

          To care for and to love and bring up right.

          We are parents and not friends

          (A fact I say again)

          And Love and Discipline will soon put sin to flight.

          The influential Dr Spock

          Gave one nation quite a shock.

          By man’s wisdom he did guide,

          And quite soon Respect had died.

          Spare the rod and spoil the child

          Seems to make folks very wild

          And I think it very odd

          That old Spock knows more than God.

          By the blueness of the bruises

          Is the evil quite cast out.

          The Bible says it plain enough,

          How, then, can people doubt?

            I’ve heard enough! Said her friend,

            When will your ravings ever end.

            You speak of violence and sin

            It seems a battle we can’t win.


            If I strike my child, you see,

            How could he give his love to me?

            I won’t teach hatred, so…

            I think it’s time for me to go.

The woman shook her head.

          You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.

          Godly principles are these,

          We can’t do just what we please.

          Our children formed within the womb

          Are not here for gloom and doom.

          Their little bodies form within

          (Notwithstanding Adam’s sin)

          But when our child is born

          (It’s my duty now to warn)

          The formation’s incomplete

          There is yet one more great feat.

          The mind must also grow

          And good moral seed we sow.

          We shape them as we shaped the child within.

          We guide them and correct

          Or lose control and all respect

          And we cannot give them over, friend, to sin.

          I will not go on and on

          For we cease at twenty-one.

          At that time the job is finished and we rest.

          From dependence absolute

          To a young man, resolute

          To follow principles which Babylon will test.

The friend just turned away.

            It’s a price too high to pay.

            It’s really time for me to fly.

            And I sometimes wonder why

            I come here for advice.

            In future, I’ll think twice.

She walked quickly down the path.

The woman wondered of God’s wrath

For those who disobey

And bring up children in that way.

The evangelistic men

Took to the road again.

Quite an impact they had made

And thousands they had swayed.

Doing God a service

Or so they thought.

Their words were empty

Their souls were bought.

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And yet this poor woman

Did labour unknown.

Which one in the judgement

Will our Lord God own?

HKP 1999