This year for Mother's Day

we had a special Song from Jackie Sullivan

and

a Poem read by Beth & Emily

Check them out below:

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Jackie's Song(Click Here)

Emily’s Mother’s Days Poem

Maybe I could be a psychologist when I grow up. I could help children with the issues of sibling rivalry. I would counsel teenagers and advise them though high school breakups and heartaches. I could give them advice on matters they don’t really understand yet.                                                                              Maybe mom is a psychologist.

Maybe I could be a nurse when I grow up. I could tend to the injured and weak. I would put bandages on wounds. Administer medicine when needed, even if it’s in the middle of the night. I could see to it that the ones in my care get the rest they need and know how to take care of themselves.                                 Maybe mom is a nurse.

Maybe I could be a teacher when I grow up. I could teach important subjects such as reading and writing. I could teach things such as telling time. I could call out spelling words… over and over and over and over. Maybe mom is a teacher.

Maybe I could be a humanitarian when I grow up. I could always be kind to others. I would never hold on to unforgiveness. I would give to the poor and minister to the sick. Treating others as I would want to be treated and love my enemies.                                                                                                                       Maybe mom is a humanitarian.

Maybe I could be a priest when I grow up. I could pray for the sick, I could pray for the broken hearted. I could minister the love of Jesus, even when is it undeserved. I could even preach loudly when necessary. Maybe mom is a priest.

Maybe I could be a cheerleader when I grow up. When things are not looking too favorable for a person, I could cheer them on and encourage them. I could always be a support to them and a positive influence, never letting them quit and never giving up on them.                                                                                  Maybe mom is a cheerleader.

Maybe I’ll be a rock star when I grow up. Someone famous, who has her own fan club. I want people to look up to me and idolize me and think I’m the best there’s ever been.                                                      Maybe mom is a rock star.