A tear to be thanked


Night and day a tear she sheds
While all of us lie warm on beds.
Oh! She's all in all for us
There's nothing she does with a fuss.

So much she does, the Lord had to hear
His blessings he keeps on us here.

Those hands that sought you, Lord,
Is the biggest blessing you sent on board.

Mother, oh my mother dear,
Thanks much for your prayerful tear!

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