Heaven's Response to an Anxious Mother

I felt God gave me this poem as a sequel to the one I wrote a few days ago.

 "I Live to Pray for You"--
Heaven’s Response to an Anxious Mother

Dear Mom, when morning wakes your eyes,
    I bend My thoughts toward you,
Before you greet the bright sunrise,
    I’m there to strengthen you.

I meet you in the morning,
  Before your tea is hot,
And when your duties press you,
  Forget you I will not.

I see you at the window,
  Standing still each day.
I wrap My arms around you,
  And help you on your way.

I see you washing dishes,
  And praying as you cook.
I listen to the prayers you raise
  Within the laundry nook.

I care for your dear husband,
   For all your children, too.
And when your prayers can find no words,
  I intercede for you!

I know when crises happen,
   When tragic news arrives.
I care when sorrows deep and sore
   Are crushing others’ lives.

I know when pain becomes your guest,
   When burdens are too much.
Cast them on Me! I’ll carry them,
   And leave a gentle touch.

I know you have a prayer list made,
   It’s daily, weekly, long.
What if you gave the names to me,
   And took away a song?

And when you go to bed at night,
   Your hands all folded up,
Your anxious heart all clutched therein,
   Just change them to a cup.

Give Me your cup of worries,
   I’ll give you back My peace.
Give Me your cup of torment,
   And I your pain will ease.  

I’m watching, keeping, day and night,
   I have both eyes and ear.  
  My grace is all-sufficient.
   You never need to fear.

Tomorrow, always, I am here,
   No matter what you do.
Dear mother with your busy hands,
   I live to pray for you!