If I live in a house of spotless
beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper
. . . not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing,
and decorative achievements, but
have not love, my children learn
of cleanliness . . . not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of
a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints
on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before
it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it
picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials.
Love reprimands, reproves and is
Love crawls with the baby, walks
with the toddler, runs with the
child, then stands aside to let
the youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's
message to a child's heart.
Before I became a mother I took
glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection
of my child.
As a mother, there is much I must
teach my child . . .
but the greatest of all is
Music "Power Of Love"