A mother's love is a sanctuary, Where our soul can find sweet rest, From the struggle and the tension, Of life's fast and futile quest.

Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

When you ask God for a gift, Be thankful if he sends, Not diamonds, pearls or riches, but the love of real true friends.

After the clouds, the sunshine; after the winter, the spring; after the shower, the rainbow; for life is a changeable thing. After the night, the morning, bidding all darkness cease, after life's cares and sorrows, the comfort and sweetness of peace.

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

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.