MY MOTHER
By Lynn Cowan •
HER FACE IS SWEET, AND KIND HER WAY.
HER VOICE IS SOFT AND LOW;
MY HEART IS LOVING HER ALL DAY LONG,
AS ROUND THE HOUSE WE GO.
WHEN BED TIME COMES AS DAY LIGHT ENDS,
AND EVENING SHADOWS CREEP;
SHE HOLD'S ME CLOSE IN TENDER ARMS
AND ROCKS ME OFF TO SLEEP.
AND THEN SHE KNEEL'S BESIDE MY BED
AND OFFER'S UP HER PRAY;
THAT WHILE I SLEEP THOUGHOUT THE NIGHT,
THE ANGELS FROM ABOVE;
WILL PROTECT ME WITH THEIR LOVE,
UNTIL THE MORNING'S LIGHT.