My mother’s love has guided me from birth, a gift from heaven for my life on earth.

What would life be without the sweetness of that previous gift, my mother’s love.

When I am hurt, my mother feels my pain and giver her heart to make me whole again.

And when I fail or when life seems unfair, I still can trust my mother’s car.

My mother’s love is warmth and tenderness, a love that tries, in ev’ry way, to bless.

For all my days, she’s knelt and asked in prayer that just for me, God would be there.

When that day comes that we must be a part, more than before,

I’ll know with all my heart her previous love can never be replaced.

But I will feel, again her warm embrace.

My mother’s love, my mother’s love.

My Mother’s Love