A mother's love is like a fortress, And we seek protection there, When the waves of tribulation, Seem to drown us in despair.

In this troubled world, it's refreshing to find someone who still has the time to be kind. Someone who still has the faith to believe that the more you give, the more you receive. Someone who's ready by thought, word, or deed to reach out a hand, in the hour of need.

There's always a tomorrow and the hope of something new.

Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.

Grief is a solitary journey. No one but you knows how great the hurt is. No one but you can know the gaping hole left in your life when someone you know has died. And no one but you can mourn the silence that was once filled with laughter and song. It is the nature of love and of death to touch every person in a totally unique way. Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

A mother's love is like a beacon, Burning bright with Faith and Prayer, And through the changing scenes of life, We can find a haven there.

A mother's love is like a fortress, And we seek protection there, When the waves of tribulation, Seem to drown us in despair.