Classic Poem

O African mother, so full of fear,
To whom do you turn when the dark valley is near?
To whom do you pour out your troubles and cares?
You've no Saviour to cling to, no one who shares.
Your pain and your woe! Oh! to whom do you go?

O mother of India, so poor and so frail,
You turn to your idols to no avail.
You've no one to comfort you or no one to bear
Your burdens and heartaches that I know are there.
You've no loving Father on whom you can cast
Every trial and problem and find rest at last.

O mother of China, with sad aching heart,
To whom do you go to help take your part?
You've no doctor or nurse to whom you can phone.
You must bear the burdens of life all alone.
O turn to my Saviour for freedom from fear.
No matter what your problem, He will always be near.

O heavenly Father, look down from above.
Have pity on poor mothers, please show them Thy love.
Show them Thy Son who died for their sin.
Show them the new life they can have within.
How they need Thee, as all of us do.
O, help many of them to come unto You.