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In Honor of Mom

Henry Wiebe June 2002

For present, three years to the day, I have a very small and insignificant ministry.
After many years of traveling into many countries and ministering in many places
to very small house groups and also at times to crowds of thousands,
the Lord put it all on hold.
My Mother now ninety years old
with two stokes and alzheimers, I'm told,
may not survive this winter's cold.

But it's my privilege and worthwhile task
To care for her and never ask
Or question God each diaper change
Or say, "oh me!" or "why me?"
Or try to rearrange.

I just rejoice and give thanks evermore.
He's put this grand opportunity at my door.
Not because I'm a good guy,
That's for sure.
But those see God who in spirit are poor.

So whenever I come
Day or night
To check on Mom
If she's all right,
I rejoice greatly for what I see.
It's really not Mom but Jesus by me.

So I thank and praise my wonderful Lord.
Though I'm grounded,
I'm certainly not bored.

I know I'm amassing a fortune up there
Each time I smile
And stroke her silver hair.
And some think Mom's diaper
Would nearly killion,
But I know in heaven it's worth
More than a million.

So keep em' comin', Mom,
Dirty and wet
We'll forget em' all
When in heaven we've met.
You seem to not know me now,
And you can't communicate.
But it won't be long,
And I can hardly wait,
To hear you say "Thanks!" once again.
For then you'll know and you'll have no pain.

So forgive me now,
Cause it's hard for me to tell,
Whether there's pain or if all is well.
But one thing is sure,
I can go by the smell,
But don't you worry, my sinus will heal.

But if they don't,
I'm blest anyhow,
For when I come
In his presence and bow,
I know that on that eternal day,
I'll hear my Lord and Savior say,
"You visited in prison,
You healed the sick,
You fed the hungry,
And clothed the poor."
If I'll say, "when, are you quite sure?"
Then in a white robe,
She'll step through the door,
I'll have my reward forevermore.

I love you, Mom!