The woman who has borne a child,
We pause to honor her today;
The woman who has led a child
With patience down life's broad highway;
The woman who has God's own heart,
His tenderness and gentle grace,
Who comes to him for needed strength,
Who meets Him daily face to face.

The woman who a thousand times
Would bear her agony of pain
To save her child from needless hurt;
To keep him clean and free from stain;
To know that he would walk at last
A man across the world's bright sod,
An honor to his land, his flag;
A glory to his home, his God.

The woman who has borne a child
No one may choose a better part.
The woman who is kind and wise,
Who moves with quiet mind and heart,
Whose love surrounds a little child
To meet his daily, constant need,
Who spends her life that he may live
We honor her today indeed.

©Grace Noll Crowell



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