Mothers
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O linked are all the mothers of the earth,
Though white or black or yellow they may
be,
Not only through the suffering of birth,
But through the sterner, graver agony
Of world-wide need, of hunger of the soul
And of the body in this crucial hour;
The need of Christ to make a sick world whole;
The desperate need of his sustaining power.
O mothers, on your knees! Prevailing prayer
Is often wrought by women as they pray
For their own sons—it reaches out to share
With other mothers’ sons along the way.
Women of earth, within your lifted hands
May lie the sure salvation of all lands.
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