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A MOTHER TO A SON
I know your heart is aching,
your tears are falling free
And all your dreams are broken,
your faith will never be.
But in your darkest hours,
think of all that you've become.
An angel in your glory,
and a mother to your son.
Although God has him in his arms,
your deed has just begun.
He's just watching over him,
until your time is done.
There is no need to worry,
for I know he's in God's land,
Waiting for his mommy,
to take him by the hand.
So you see a mother's deed,
is never really done.
You'll always be a mother,
to your precious little one.
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