Three ring circus her family is
Six different directions their paths take each day
Passing like ships in the night her husband and she
Mom on the tightrope holding everything in balance
Nursemaid, short order cook, tutor, confidant
Only as happy as her unhappiest child
They hurt she hurts.
How long till the tightrope snaps
sending everything tumbling down
Mom needs to regroup and try again
Turning to God, her safety net, she prays
for a small miracle
God can take her worries
She just has to let go and let him catch her
It sounds so easy
She has taken on everything herself for so long.
How can she do it? Prayer is the answer
“Why worry when you can pray?”
Down on her knees she asks for help
Nothing elaborate, just for some peace and balance
She feels as if someone has laid a shawl on her shoulders
Warmth and peace come over her.
Once again she is reminded
God is the great healer.