A mother's love is something . that no on 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 way. . . .
It is patient and forgiving When all others are forsaking, And it never fails or felters Even through the heart is breaking . . . .
It believes beyond believeing When the world around condemns, . And it glows with all the beauty Of the rarest, brightest gems. . .
It is far beyond defining, It defies all explanation, And it still remains a secret Like the mysteries of creation. . . .
A many splendoured miracle Man cannot understand And another wondrous evidence Of god's tender guiding hand.