As One Whom His Mother Comforteth

Mother had comfort always

For all of her children’s fears

Mother was ready always

To kiss away our tears

Her arms were open always

To gather her children in

Her eyes and her heart were watchful

To guard from the snares of sin

Mother was patient always

And sweet as the breath of myrrh

Whether we sinned or suffered

We carried our case to her

Mother was generous always

Made our sorrow her own

She bore all our little crosses

And laid them before the throne

 

Mother was helpful always

Her spirit was strong and true

If tempted or weak doubting

She told us what do to

She strengthened the faltering footsteps

Encouraged the wavering will

And taught us to trust our Father

To trust him through good and ill

 

Mother was beautiful always

But far more beautiful now

Since the tender hand of our Savior

Has smoothed the lines of her brow

She walks in white, she was worthy

And in joy supreme, complete

She, who followed in his footsteps

May worship at His feet

 

With Him for always and always

Safe in his tender care

No sorrow or grief or trouble

Ever can reach her there

Yet I know that she thinks of us always

And loves us and understands

That she who trusted Our Father

Hath committed our lives to His hands.

 

Mother was loving always

Tender as breath of spring

Warm as the summer sunlight

When the early throstles sing

I think of her always, always

I long for her with tears

Although she has dwelt with the angels

For more than twenty years.