MOTHER
By
Lucy Scharrer
Copyright
1998 by T. Scharrer stories@gatorsden.org
The
beautiful clouds go floating by
We sing of the Savior up on high.
The glittering stars in the clear night air
Echo the words of Mother
The
Shepherd and sheep out on the hills
The nightly watch and wind so chill
Bring back the last ones to the fold
And Mother
Wandering
ones so far away
Return to the fold at close of day.
Back to the home of love and care
Echoing the words of Mother
The
wonderful prayers will be answered
As we journey down life
Our worldly care be free as air
If we
So farewell to sin and sorrow
That Heavenly home is bright and far
And will guide us on the morrow
If we