My Mother by M. L. Murdock

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 3, 1902

My Mother

By M. L. Murdock

SHE gave the best years of her life With joy for me, And robbed herself, with loving heart, Unstintingly.

For me with willing hands she toiled From day to day. For me she prayed when headstrong youth Would have its way.

Her gentle arms, my cradle once, Are weary now; And Time has set the seal of care Upon her brow.

And though no other eyes than mine Their meaning trace, I read my history in the lines Of her dear face.

And, ’mid His gems, who showers gifts As shining sands, I count her days as pearls that fall From his kind hands.

— M. L. Murdock, in Christian Register.