Bedda Matri

November 16- how time flies
In a few days more it’ll be the 25th
A day that will always be a red-letter day for me
On that day in 1955, God made a mother for me

How she walks the earth is amazing to me

She used to read theQur'an in respect for Allah
Now she kneels by the bed
Reads her Bible, joins her hands as she closes her eyes
To say her prayers to Jesus Christ

Sometimes I wonder
If she’s made of the hardest substance that can be found
She cried a big deal all through her life
Been through a lot of hardships
Got a baby left alone to her care
But she never showed a sign of tailing off

There were good things in those that made her whole
She learned of her inner strength and she learned of Jesus
That He would make things right for her
And now she lives her life only for Him

The baby left alone to her care became the source of her strength
She fought the coldest of the coldest worlds for her
All sorts of sacrifice were bestowed
That child have never seen a love so pure- unselfish and forgiving
And now the child masters the words to tell her how much she feels
With the child’s finger on the keyboard, the child forms her thoughts
About the woman who taught her how to pray

That child is I, the rainbow gracing her own sky

As I form the thoughts for my bedda matri
A new awareness dawned on me
What will I be when she’s gone and how will the world evolve for me
The world will become flat for a while
And nothing will be the same for sure
But then there is a certain Jesus who will make things right for me
There is no reason to be afraid, I know
But I, a human knows sadness and loneliness
And how it deteriorates sanity
Too early as it may seem to think about these things
But people grow old and nothing really last
Only the things that she taught and the memories shared
After I am gone as well
All those things will be just vapors- gone with the wind

Who knows right now she might be whispering prayers for me
To keep me whole when that day comes
And right here, right now, in my heart I pray:

"Jesus, keep me tight for I don’t hold tomorrow
When that day comes
I may not know how to breathe and whom should I breathe for
Surely, I will miss her
Can’t imagine a life without her
But for now as we live our lives
Keep our hearts in your loving hands
So that in the future we’ll both find our way to you
And all my days I will always be thankful
For that day you made my mother
She is a blessing you had given me
She taught me that there is someone like you
Who will always hush my tears
And will always keep me close
I do not wish for abundance
But I wish for her happiness
On earth and after, forever with you
And with this I praise you
All glory is yours
My King, my Lord."

In a few days more it’ll be the 25th
A day that will always be a red-letter day for me

On that day
A woman was born
Who established and founded my Christianity

I owe it all to her.