I
Have a picture
Of my Mother
I carry in my heart
I
Know it will always be
There although
We're far apart.
I
See her on her knees
I know those whispers
To Him,
In part
Are meant for me.
God loves her
And
He blesses her
As
Gently
He
Listens to her
While
He watches over her
And
He answers all her prayers
Because
The joys
I have received
Come
From my Mother's
Faithful
Worship
On her Knees.
My Mother talks to God
She
Tells Him how she feels
Laying
All her burdens
At His feet
While
She kneels.
When
She enters into His Heaven
The
Picture that I see
Is
My dear Mother
Kneeling
Serenely
At God's feet.
The
Angels will all rejoice
When
He looks down to her,
Then
Touches her
And
She looks up into His face
The Smiles that pass
From
Him to His own
Fill
Heaven
With new grace.
