My Mother

by Barbara Winans Hill - Used by permission

A delicate blossom has passed this way
Given to me for awhile
Now, Lord, as she rests in Your arms of Love
May the seeds she planted continue to grow,
That the beauty of her life in You may be seen
By family, by friends...by those all around.
And when my own bloom is gone, sweet Lord,
May the seeds that I leave be glorious and strong,
To point all my children to Yourself, and to Home.