On this fine spring morning, Lord, an extra special prayer;
It should be said on every morning for mothers everywhere,
A prayer that You’ll keep filling them with blessings from above,
The blessings being the blessings three of faith and hope and love.
The faith in You she passed along to me through every year,
The faith I cling to every day through laughter and through tears.
The faith she lives in how she lives in every little way,
The faith she passes on to everyone she sees each day.
In hope she brought me to this world, in hope we live evermore,
The hope we hold which places us with saints who’ve gone before.
Hope springs eternal through your Son that one day we’ll all be
At your right hand with all the saints for all eternity.
Countless loves she shared with me in good times and in bad,
A special love she’s always shared with her lifelong friend, my dad.
The gift of love you give to all is shone through all she does;
Give her your love, dear Lord, now that she sings with you above.
