If It Might Be

If I could lay my aching head

For just one hour on Mother’s breast

Feel her dear arms about me close

How sweetly would I sleep and rest

 

If I could nestle at her feet

And tell her all my care and grief

Her sympathy would be so sweet

T’would bring my heavy heart relief

 

If groping in the darkness dread

I might but find and clasp her hand

I know I should be comforted

A touch and she would understand

 

O God I hunger for a touch

A look, a kiss, a tender smile

I want her so, I want her so

Let her come back a little while

 

Thou hast the shining hosts of Heaven

And all the angels for Thing own

So while the ransomed and forgiven

Are worshipping around the Throne

Spare her for a little while

To comfort me in my distress

O let me once more see her smile

Sorrow will turn to blessedness.