Holidays

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Mother

How can I tell you, Mother
Of the love that I hold for you;
For devotion that you gave, so freely,
And the Love that has always been true?

Through the tender and innocent childhood,
Though the trials and tests seemed so long;
You were there through the sunshine and shadows,
Lifting up or rejoicing in song.

When the darkness came down like a torrent,
There was hope shining, still, in your eyes.
When I came across some small honor,
Your joy makes it seem your own prize.

If the Lord set before me a legion
Of wonderful mothers to choose,
My eyes would search, frantically, through them.
For, Mother, my choice would be you!

If you reach God's Heaven before me,
Watch close. For, it will not be long
'Til you'll see me walking that pathway
And singing your favorite old song.

My Hope is still in your Savior.
My guide is the same that led you.
Eternity, faith (I believe it!)
Will find me in Heaven with You!
Copyright Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com

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