Oh blessed daughter of God
Whose heart is full of gold
You may think me as odd
When your fashions I do scold!
I must seem so old fashioned
When I say, ‘Your skirt’s too short!’
Then in careful words, impassioned
I say, ‘At least just wear a skort!’
Your views at times, are so complex
To this old fogy’s mind
That you must think I’m just a hex
To your ‘In fashion’ kind.
I hope though, you will understand
When forceful things I say
That God not I, is in command
And I hope for me you’ll pray!
Though your mom, I am not perfect
But I try so hard each day
To show you my respect
For your complex teenage way!
And in return, I hope that you
Will try to understand
I only want to help you through
This vain ambitioned land.
There are so many choices
For a teenage girl to make
That it’s hard to sort the voices
Of the honest and the fake.
Oh take my hand my precious one
Please do not be afraid
To place your trust in God’s own Son
Who in the garden prayed.
He suffered for our worst mistakes
Sweat blood from every pore
Did all this for our sinful sakes
….
Oh Blessed Daughter Of God!
by Diana Isham
