To My Mother

Mother, the queenliest woman on earth,
Mother, the woman who gave me birth,
Mother, you made of me all that I am,
You fashioned my life by your own plan.

I notice, dear mother, your hair turning gray,
But your voice is the same as it was yesterday;
Your eyes are as kind and your smiles are as sweet
As they were when I knelt years ago at your feet.

When storms rage around me and troubles roll high,
As of old, to your sheltering arms I fly;
You give me advice that I can't get from another,
Except Jesus, who is there on earth like a mother?
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