When we move
Throughout our day
And things don’t go as planned,
We have the
Comfort of knowing,
All things are in God’s Hands.
Any day of the week, any hour of the day,
My Mom displayed love, in her own, special way.
Encouragement she conveyed, that through life we can glide;
As long as we have Jesus, forever as our Guide.
Though we may endure strife as we stroll through life,
We needed only her smile, and we were comforted all the while.
Our vision can be hindered with a faded view;
Only to think of Mom’s love, and our vision will renew.
She had a light within that was always burning bright;
This aura was a gift, that was precious in God’s sight.