Behold Your Mother
The spirit of Motherhood is nurturing
It’s a spirit that grows in the air.
It’s a gift from God to mankind.
Mothers are everywhere.
Mothers are in our dreams, in our hearts
Mothers are the world.
Mothers are giving and forgiving
From the time they’re little girls.
They are the ones who pray their way
Throughout and through-in.
They are the ones who walk tall
Because of where they’ve been.
They are the ones who won’t give up
When all hope of hope is gone.
Their house is where you’ll find us
When we say we’re going home.
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