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A MOTHER’S WISH


If I should go to Heaven before that you are saved
Be sure to remember, children, the prayers for you I’ve prayed
My heart is now so burdened and has been for some time
To see you children Christians and not go on so blind.

The cross has been so heavy, I’m glad I’ve bore it though
For a light that shines along the way makes everything aglow
I want to go to Heaven, for rest and joy there’ll be
I’ll be there with my Savior, and you I hope to see.

The many tears I’ve shed for you I believe are not in vain
I hope that they’ll be bottled up and fall on you like rain
I’ve counseled you along the way, I hope you will take heed
And ask God to take your hand in His, ‘tis Him I know you need.

While traveling here on earth below we meet with many trials
But Christians have a leader, to be one is worth while
“Take My yoke upon you” I can hear my Savior say
He’ll guide you over temptations, He’s with you all the way.

You’ll never regret you’ve chosen Him, if once you’re on his side
And when Jesus is your leader, we’ll walk here side by side
The light that shines before you will guide your feet along
And you can sing His praises, as you go on and on.


© Helen C. Wallen (in 1948)


My grandmother, grandfather, and their children


(Her prayers were answered as you can read in the following poem,
written on Mothers Day, 1978)


MOTHER’S DAY


Oh yes, today is Mother’s Day and our families are coming, they say
Some of them are ‘way down south, and cannot be here today
A telephone call was so good, to say they all were well
Oh, how we love our children, there is no tongue to tell!

They all three now are Christians, and how it thrills my heart
To know when our lives are ended here, we never more shall part
Our lives here are oh, so short, one can almost count the days
So glad to know we’ll meet again, for in Heaven we’ll live always.

© Helen C. Wallen





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