Tag: Mother God

Two very different items for Mothering Sunday – a hymn and a song

Two very different items for Mothering Sunday

Vulnerable presence of God in creation

Vulnerable presence of God in creation, 
fragile, yes broken, in order to be;
cracking the egg of existence in birthing, 
mothering God who is setting us free.
	
Vulnerable God source of nature, will nurture, 
sharing our pain in the process of birth; 
bloodied, yet beautiful, changed, yet unchanging, 
passionate partner of love on this earth. 
	
Vulnerable God found in human relations, 
held as a baby, yes, suckled and fed; 
yet an enigma, creating and feeding, 
God is our parent, while being our bread.

Words Andrew Pratt © 2015 © Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.
Metre: 11 10 11 10
Tune: STEWARDSHIP

God, you hold me like a mother – inspired by Psalm 131

God, you hold me like a mother,
Safely on her knee;
God, you hold me like a mother,
Close to you but free.

God, you watch me when I wander,
Keep me in your sight.
God, you watch me when I wander,
Hold me day and night.

God, you hold me like a mother,
Teach me to be free.
God, you hold me like a mother,
Show your love to me.

Words Andrew Pratt © 1995 Stainer & Bell Ltd & The Trustees for Methodist Church Purposes copyright@stainer.co.uk . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd. Published in Big Blue Planet (1995)
Metre: 8 5 85 Trochaic
Tune: GOD YOU HOLD ME (George Bexon)

Mothering Sunday? UKRAINE – first draft

God is among all the cries of the dying, 
buried in fear amid hurt and disdain, 
breathing the dust of destruction, despairing,
holding each mother and feeling her pain.


God, like a mother, once torn from her children, 
weeps in the darkness, has nowhere to turn, 
fenced by the horror and starved by indiff’rence,
nations watch blindly while homes fall or burn.


God, stand beside us, God mother and comfort, 
God you despaired as you hung, bled and died, 
now in this moment, God hold and enfold us, 
interpose Love where all love was denied.

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

Words © 2022 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk . Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior application to Stainer & Bell Ltd.

11 10 11 10

Tune: STEWARDSHIP