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.

So every year when Christmas comes, I realize a new, the best gift life can offer is having friends like you.

Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.

Time is not measured by the years that you live But by the deeds that you do and the joy that you give- And each day as it comes brings a chance to each one To love to the fullest, leaving nothing undone That would brighten the life or lighten the load Of some weary traveler lost on Life's Road- So what does it matter how long we may live If as long as we live we unselfishly give.

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

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

It takes a Mother's Patience, to bring a child up right, And her Courage and her Cheerfulness to make a dark day bright.