A Mother Gone
Gone is a mother loved by all,
Her soul is now at rest.
She’ll sleep in peace, her work is done.
A mother’s work is best.
She’ll know the joy of perfect rest
In heaven up above,
Where she may dwell contentedly
Protected by God’s love.
Our hearts may grieve that she must
Lie Beneath the sacred sod,
And yet we know she lives I peace
Within the house of God.
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