PRINTS OF ELBOWS ON MY BED
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>> I was but a youth and thoughtless,
>> As all youths are apt to be;
>> Though I had a Christian mother
>> Who had taught me carefully.
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>> There came a time when pleasure
>> Of the world came to allure,
>> And I no more sought the guidance
>> Of her love so good and pure.
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>> Her tender admonitions fell
>> But lightly on my ear,
>> And for the gentle warnings
>> I felt an inward sneer.
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>> But Mother would not yield her boy
>> To Satan's sinful sway,
>> And though I spurned her counsel
>> She knew a better way.
>>
>> She made my room an altar,
>> A place of secret prayer,
>> And there she took her burden
>> And left it in His care.
>>
>> And morning, noon and evening
>> By that humble bedside low,
>> She sought the aid of Him who
>> Understands a mother's woe.
>>
>> And I went my way unheeding,
>> Careless of the life I led,
>> Until one day I noticed
>> Prints of elbows on my bed.
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>> Then I saw that she had been there
>> Praying for her wayward boy,
>> Who for love of worldly pleasure
>> Would her peace of mind destroy.
>>
>> Long the conflict raged within me,
>> Sin against my Mother's prayers,
>> Sin must yield - for Mother never
>> While she daily met Him there.
>>
>> And her constant love and patience
>> Were like coals upon my head,
>> Together with the imprints
>> Of her elbows on my bed.
>>
>> And so at last the fight was won,
>> And I to Christ was led,
>> And Mother's prayers were answered
>> By her elbows on my bed.
>>
>> -- Author Unknown

Received this from Pastor Michael Wise.
My thanks to him for sharing this with us.

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