It sounds like music to the ears,
The word "Mother!"
She can heal the hurt and wipe away the tears,
Like no other!
When we go to her as we often must,
She is the one we can always trust!
A mother sees no harm in a daughter or son.
And she will stand by them,
"Til "all is said and done!"
She went to the "valley of the shadow,"
To give us birth!
She remains the dearest friend,
We have on earth!
Her hand has cooled many a fevered brow,
And she makes everything all right somehow!
She loves her family with all her heart!
She will stand by "her man,"
"Til death does them part!"
She knows what sacrificing is all about.
Friend, she will feed her family,
Even if she has to do without!
No love on earth is quite like a mother's love!
It's the closest to the love of God above!
A mother is often the adhesive,
That holds the family together!
She's a haven in times of stormy weather!
She will pray with her children,
At bedtime each night,
And say, "I love you,"
As she turns out the light!
Love of God and family values,
Are learned at Mother's knee,
And important questions are answered,
Even in our adulthood,
A mother remains a close friend!
When others "turn you down,"
On Mother you can depend!
Friend, there is no greater honor,
So, let us honor our mothers as we should.
I lay and watch the sun fading behind
the hills, Bright red, Orange, yellow, and pink.
I think back to a place and time that was mine.
Mom is calling me it's getting dark time
to come inside, and get ready for bed.
I can hear her voice, see her sweet face.
I awake from sleep, she's not here,
a deep sadness fills my heart, I think
Mom how I miss you, I wish I could hear
your voice and see your sweet face again.
Mother's are special, with their own gentle ways;
Full of love and devotion, guidance and praise -
Understanding and patient, loving and kind,
Always forgiving, time after time.
No matter how often we stumble and fall,
Mother's are there at our beckoned call.
She lifts up our spirits, and smiles with a nod.
She taught us to follow, in the footsteps of God .
She cooks all of our meals and washes our clothes,
Dries the tears from our eyes and swipes at our nose.
She's a waitress, a nurse, your teacher and friend.
Even, as we grow older, her love never ends.
Mother's are gifts, sent from God up above.
Next to Him, there's none greater, than
Who can find a virtuous woman?
Above rubies is her price.
Her husband doth truly trust in her.
No need he'll have spoil, she is wise.
She will rise up while it is yet night,
Fill her lamps with oil, enough to do.
She seeks wool and flax,
Works with her hands to help him, too.
She is likened to the merchants' ship,
Bringing food from afar.
She rises while it's night, still,
Giving food to her household, none to bar.
She buys a field and a vineyard.
She plants, with her own hand,
A bountiful blessing to her husband.
Her candle goes not out in the land.
She girds her loins
And sees her merchandise is good.
Her hand doth lay upon the spindle.
The distaff in her hand she doth display.
Reaching out her hand to the poor,
Which are in dire need,
Strength and honor are her clothing;
She hath planted good seed.
In time to come, she shall rejoice.
I know she hath pleased her Lord well.
She looks well to the needs of her household.
I know, with God she will dwell.
Her husband praises her.
Her children rise up and call her blest.
She looks to the needs of her household.
I know, her Lord will give her rest.
Many daughters have done virtuously.
But, she exceeds them all.
Favor is deceitful. She is not vain.
Upon her Lord doth she call.
There, in the pearled realms of Heaven,
I know, for her He awaits
To give her fruits of her hands and
Her own works doth praise her, at the gates.