When Mother sings the home is sweet,
And peace and joy abound;
Troubles seem to fade away,
Before this happy sound.
Children smile and baby coos
And dad forgets his care;
Faith and hope and harmony
Dwell securely there.
Singing mothers everywhere,
Patient, tender, strong,
Send to Heaven this daily prayer--
"Lord make my life a song."
Anonymous
The Hunt Is Over
9 hours ago
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