As to the
valley of the shadow of death she goes,
Deep within her heart she knows,
That beyond the intense pain awaits great joy!
Being first a bride, now she's a wife,
Soon to be giving life,
To a precious little girl or boy!
With wonder she will watch the child grow!
Then, before she hardly knows,
It's time to dedicate it to God from where it
Though the mother is red, yellow, black, or
She is equal in God's sight,
And her love for the child is the same!
Quite often a mother's love,
Is compared to that of God above,
And I believe it's rightly so!
For all through this life we trod,
On the way to meet Almighty God,
No greater mortal love shall we know!
So, Friend give your mother the honor due,
For she risked her very life for you,
And later unselfishly gave you tender care!
You'll find there is no other,
Like your precious mother!
When you needed her she was always there!
Robert F. Dotson © 2007