Mama

Mama

Mama’s there to hear my cries,

Mama’s here to dry my eyes,

Mama’s there when e’er I thirst,

Mama’s hears her baby first.

Mama’s there when I first talk,

Mama’s here when I first walk,

Mama’s there when pain controls,

Mama’s tender soul consoles.

Now, if your Mama’s here today,

Or, Mama’s with our Lord to stay,

We thank dear God in heav’n above,

For Mama’s ever present love!

Peter Lowell Paulson

May 12, 2019