No Love like a Mother’s Love
There is no love, like a mother’s love,
no stronger bond on earth…
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.
A mother’s love is forever strong,
never changing for all time…
and when her children need her most,
a mother’s love will shine.
God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one…
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they’ve done.
When her days on earth are over,
a mother’s love lives on…
through many generations,
with God’s blessings on each one.
Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love…
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.
by Jill Lemming
- Happy Mother’s Day to those whose children
Happy Mother’s Day to those whose children Are those for whom their love must be their womb, Pleased to labor in a common garden Pruning plants they would themselves have sown. Yes, praise to those whose love is notwithstanding, Mothers who could not be mothers, yet Of charity and need came to the calling, Taking from the world what joy they would. How
- Military Moms
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- Happy Mother’s Day to my darling wife
Happy Mother’s Day to my darling wife! All my love to you this special day! Pleased to have you perched upon my life; Pleased to feel your passion in our play! You are the muse of my else bloodless song, Mother of my evening and my moon, Of all the Earth, the place where I belong, Trellis on which my frail emotions
- Happy Mother’s Day to my dear daughter
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