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To all the mothers the whole world over,
May God bless you!
May He help and always lead you
In the trials you go through.
May He be near to you when you're lonely;
May He comfort that sad heart:
May He bless you for your courage
And the way you've done your part.
God knows all your works, sweet Mothers.
He knows your every need;
He knows the times you've sought Him
And asked for Him to lead.
When you saw your only loved one
Go off to fight a war.
He saw you through each lonely hour;
He knows each worry scar.
Though no one else may know your sorrow,
The Lord knows every tear;
He's the Unseen that helped
In that desperate, crucial year.
Yes, dear Mothers, though others forsake you
And seem to let you down,
God will always lift you up
And give to you a crown.
He knows the very hairs upon your head
Though they are fading to gray.
He has counted the wrinkles in your hands
Caused by work from day to day.
So do not worry any more
If loved ones fail to understand:
Just go on doing your best for God,
And you'll walk that golden strand.
I know when friends have left me
And all others failed me too,
My mother always stood behind me
And helped me come on through.
So to the mothers this I say;
Sweet blessings, may God bestow.
And keep looking up, Mothers;
Your future's not below.
Mothers, look up; look up
Above the world of strife
Into the eyes of One who cared
Enough to give His life.
Look into the eyes of Jesus;
He's not forgotten you;
Look into His loving face,
And He will bring you through.
May the years of life grow sweeter
And longer and better too.
This world owes its all to Thee;
It owes its life to you.
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