Mom Left the Key

The one thing that I remember Sort of engraved in memory, Is that inspiring view of my mother Reading the Word diligently. When all the trappings of religion Failed as the times got rough, Her frail strength had foundation For His Word alive was enough. I would see many tears fall down As her stifled cry rose to heaven But her countenance had always shown She was never alone... even then. Now I found the key to my life too Mom had taught me that truth quite well In this world there's affliction, that's true But my comfort's in Him, all is well. All rights reserved ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello