Mothers
Mothers are so wonderful,
So loving in every way.
Words, it seems, are hard to find,
And, when found, seem hard to say.
Mothers understand you know,
They've taught you quite a lot.
They were with you from babyhood,
Till you were a little tot.
Then through the years they told you,
Of Heaven and all its glory.
Of course, when you were little,
It just seemed like another "story".
But, as mother read the Bible,
And on Sundays to church you'd go.
You learned of a better home some day,
And from Whom all blessings flow.
My mother's up in Heaven now
So I cannot hold her hand.
She's living the stories she read me,
She's in that "Promised Land".
Copyright - Gloria Martel
