The heart of a rose
Is a mother’s love;
Pure and gentle
That’s bestowed from above.
It’s a love so unconditional;
Precious and rare;
A blanket of security
As she expresses much care.
A garden of flowers
Is her tender touch;
A chest full of treasures
As she loves very much.
She’s a sweet smelling fragrance
With a voice soft and kind;
She produces much fruit;
Leaves sweet memories behind.
It’s a joy and a pleasure
And a great honour too,
To be chosen as a mother
And for God’s will to do.
Thank you dear mothers
For showing much care,
And an abundance of love
Knowing that you’re always there.
“She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness. She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.” Proverbs 31:26-28
“Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praises at the city gate.” Proverbs 31:31
