Laboring day in and day out,
just enough time for praying.
Trying to put food in her babies mouth.
Not a mumbling word is she saying,
taking everything to God and Prayer.
The heavey load not seeming to matter.
Just trying to put food in her babies mouth.
Off she goes, rainy days, stormy weather,
aching bones with the bible in her strong hands.
Praying for her friends as well foe.
She is about her father's business, the
last thing on her mind was hunger for self.
She trusted that her babies would be fed,
so she kept on praying knowing that her
Heavenly Father would put food in her babies mouth.
and the winged creature of the air,
How much more will I provide for thee, whom I
have trusted with that which I have created. Did
I not adorn the Lillies of the field in all their glory.
My mother continued about her Heavenly Father's business.
The Late Rev. Carrie A. Gooding
Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyrighted 2009
For she remembered what he said, ifI provide
for the beast of the field, creature of the sea
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