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
was he not mine?—and she / but Pharaoh's
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,
Had I been Mary, / Oh, had I been she,
I would have cried /As never mother cried,
"Anything, O God, /Anything. . .—but /
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.