My Mom

My Mom

11/17/2000

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I stand alone and battered
A closet for my home
A soul and body shattered
A spirit broken down.

 
A child of three yet all alone
Eyes older than my time
She came and took me to her home
And told me it was mine.

 
She held me when at night in fear
The nightmares jarred my sleep
She taught me how to say a prayer
"I pray the Lord my soul to keep."

 
And when the doctors liked me.
And in a hospital bed I lay,
She bathed and dressed and fed me
And for hours we would play.

 
She held me when I tried to walk
On her arm I often leaned
And when about the Lord we talked
God was smiling, so it seemed.

 
When at times I've fallen
Her strength came shining through
And I never have forgotten
All she taught me to do.

 

To love God and family
To always try my best
To give God all the glory
And not worry about the rest

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