A Ruth Bell Graham Poem


Had I been Joseph's mother


I'd have prayed / protection from his brothers


“God, keep him safe / He is so young,


so different from / the others.”


Mercifully, / she never knew


there would be slavery /  and prison, too.




Had I been Moses' mother


I'd have wept / To keep my little son:


praying she might forget / the babe drawn


from the water / of the Nile.


Had I not kept I him for her / nursing him the 


while,


was he not mine?—and she / but Pharaoh's 


daughter?




Had I been Daniel's mother


I should have pled / "Give victory!


—this Babylonian horde /godless and cruel—


Don't let him be a captive—better dead,


Almighty Lord!"




Had I been Mary, / Oh, had I been she,


I would have cried /As never mother cried,


"Anything, O God, /Anything. . .—but /


crucified."


With such prayers importunate


My finite wisdom would assail


Infinite Wisdom / God, how fortunate


Infinite Wisdom / should prevail.2

 2 Ruth Bell Graham, Prodigals and Those Who Love Them (Colorado Springs: Focus on the Family, 1991), 69.