There's always a tomorrow and the hope of something new.
And when the home is filled with love you'll always find God spoken of
A mother's love is like an island, In life's ocean vast and wide, A peaceful, quiet shelter, From the restless, rising tide.
A wee bit of heaven drifted down from above, a handful of happiness, a heart full of love.
In everything both great and small, We see the Hand of God in all.
A Mother's love is something that no one can explain, It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it or take that love away