A Mother’s Day Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

Listen, Lord, a mother’s praying low and quiet: listen, please. Listen what her tears are saying, see her heart upon its knees; lift the load from her bowed shoulders till …

 

A Poem by Ruth Bell Graham

I climbed the hills through yesterday: and I am young and strong again; my children climb These hills with me, and all the time they shout and play; their laughter …