When my world falls down around me, 
And the ground is sinking sand; 
When peace can't be found on this earth, 
I reach out for her hand. 
Then when her hand wraps 'round my own, 
A strength pours from her soul; 
It brings me to a quiet calm, 
Till once again I'm whole. 
A peace beyond all reason, 
A rest there in her touch; 
Something in her quiet words, 
My heart yearns for so much. 
If I but rest my worries, 
Upon her shoulder there; 
The strength that pours forth from her soul, 
Will wash away each care. 
Like a cool, sweet taste of water, 
For a tired and thirsty man; 
My heart finds peace, my soul is calm, 
When I reach out for her hand.
Thank you Dear Lord, for my mother

Amen