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

Peace on earth will come to stay, When we live Christmas every day.

A mother's love is like an island, In life's ocean vast and wide, A peaceful, quiet shelter, From the restless, rising tide.

The way to real growth is not to become more powerful or more famous, but to become more human and more tolerant.

Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind; Teach us to be patient and always to be kind.

For a mother's love is fashioned, After God's enduring love, It is endless and unfailing, Like the love of Him above.

God, teach me to be patient, teach me to go slow