Today is a day to celebrate, not to be taken as a given
Nor take for granted the gift of this our mortal life
To praise which is to pass from here onto life eternal
Don’t you know? It’s a mother who forms the endless circle
Where the circle begins and the circle should end
She opens a door with a key held only by her hands
Calling upon angels of heaven to grant her a soul
She has known me from before the first kingdom
When the Father brought light to our existence
Even then, she knew my flaws to their very essence
She welcomed me without an ounce fear or reservation
In humility, in obedience to the Father, in loving kindness
By our Creator’s love, by mother’s choosing, her bravery
Today is her day
My mother’s day
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
Today is a day to celebrate, not to be taken as a given
Nor take for granted the gift of this our mortal life
To praise which is to pass from here onto life eternal
Don’t you know? It’s a mother who forms the endless circle
Where the circle begins and the circle should end
She opens a door with a key held only by her hands
Calling upon angels of heaven to grant her a soul
She has known me from before the first kingdom
When the Father brought light to our existence
Even then, she knew my flaws to their very essence
She welcomed me without an ounce fear or reservation
In humility, in obedience to the Father, in loving kindness
By our Creator’s love, by mother’s choosing, her bravery
Today is her day
My mother’s day
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