Come, Dear Mother, smell this rose
I hold to you to show
Let it kiss upon your sweet nose
Let its fragrance to you flow
Mother, you are as this flower
That blooms to please our sight
As from it God's own love doth shower
With wondrous beauty bright
Come, Dear Mother, smell this rose
I hold to you to show
Let it kiss upon your sweet nose
Let its fragrance to you flow
As Mother's love is so refreshing
May this image be as clear
That in my life, you're such a blessing
Thanks for tenderness and tears
No comments:
Post a Comment