Well, a re post of sorts. I posted this poem awhile ago and was needing to be reminded of it's message today.
A mother toiled with all her might
Tending needs both day and night.
Cleaning, laundry, dirty dishes,
Changing diapers, giving kisses.
No one saw her faithful deeds
The sacrifice for others needs.
She never got a company raise
Or heard the applause of worthy praise.
But still she labored diligently
She knew what others couldn't see.
And then one night a dream told true
About that treasure this mother knew.
She dreamt of seeing her Savior's face
And then she felt His strong embrace.
Before she had time to even speak
The King of Kings knelt at her feet.
A water basin soon appeared
She gasped in horror through her tears.
She begged of Him to take her seat
To let her wash her Savior's feet.
He just smiled and said with ease
"You did, when you served the least of these."