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,

Almighty Lord!"

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.