Every tear rolling down my face—
Young, old, tomorrow, yesterday.
They each have their own special place.
The hands of my mother; they’ll lay.
My strength, it always comes from you,
By reminding me the right way.
My whole life I dedicate to
Your love that never goes away.
Every day shining with pure love,
Through your illuminating light
Of God almighty up above,
Showing how to walk by faith, not sight.
No bouquet of pretty flowers
Or dark chocolates filled with cream
Will ever be enough to show
How you are the mother of my dreams.
Many others say that they have
The greatest mother of them all.
But there is no one who compares,
Who always picks me up when I fall.
One thing that I know for certain
On earth there is no woman
Who spreads and carries within
A love so strong and pure—
The love of My Mother.
Songs of Existence 