Thank
you Lord, for this mother who gave,
Her
body to harbor me,
Keeping
me safe, from the ills of this world,
Through
viability.
Thank
you Lord for this mother of mine,
Who
nourished me with her breast,
And
labored unceasing, from daylight till dark,
With
so little time for rest.
And
thank you for, a mother, who loved,
With
only a love you could give,
And
vowed with her heart, to watch over me,
So
long, as we both, should live.
Thank
you Lord, for this mother of mine,
Who
suffered with pain and in tears,
And
then for her effort, received no rewards,
No
laurels, no trophies, no cheers.
What
can I do for this mother of mine,
That
generously gave, without thought,
Neglecting
her needs, for the wants that were mine,
Counting
her own needs as naught.
All
I can give, is my unending love,
And
my prayers and petitions to you,
That
you will reward her, her toil and her tears,
When
her life on earth is through.
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