MY MOTHER, by Lynn Cowan Subscribe to rss feed for 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.

Posted: 2009-10-18 20:31:46 UTC

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2009-10-30 01:30:41Moon
Sounds like a very good mother