THE SWEETEST MEMORY OF ALL

Among the treasured pictures
That I’ve hung on memory’s wall,
There’s one that’s clearer than the rest
And sweeter far than all.

‘Tis a picture of my mother
When I, a little chap,
Was folded in her loving arms
To slumber on her lap.

I felt her hands caress my head;
I heard her softly say,
“Dear Jesus, take this little life
And use it every day.”

There must have been a mighty weight
Behind that simple prayer,
For through the seasons, year by year,
The picture lingers there.

And whether I’m on hill or plain
Or on the deep blue sea,
The memory of that sacred scene
 Forever comforts me.

Among the treasured pictures
That I’ve hung on memory’s wall,
My mother’s supplication
Is the sweetest one of all.

--Author unknown

(Via Sword of the Lord)