I had a mother dear and true
To all her children, husband too.
For God above and friends below
Her love did ever stronger grow.
But now she has gone to a better place
To meet with Jesus, face to face.
Her life was like a flower that grows
Beneath a tree in yonder grove
That blooms awhile for every one
And then it sinks beneath the sun.
But after while it blooms anew
Its colors are a brighter hue.
Now the season has rolled around
And Mother is living in joy profound.
