Take Comfort Dear Mother
Child dying in mother's arms – Resting her hand upon my head…
Resting her hand upon my head
Quivering, shaking in my bed
The room was dark only nightlight glowing
Surrounded by questions the sickness kept growing
Mother crying as she held me near
Throat drying as I sense her fear
Holding me tighter then ever before
As death walked through the bedroom door
Ready to take me to my place
I looked at it, stared right at its face
Mother denying what should be
Desperately trying to set me free
I'm ready to go nothing more she can do
Leaving my body my life here is through
Take comfort dear Mother in knowing I loved you
I'll see you again with God's help from above you.
Quivering, shaking in my bed
The room was dark only nightlight glowing
Surrounded by questions the sickness kept growing
Mother crying as she held me near
Throat drying as I sense her fear
Holding me tighter then ever before
As death walked through the bedroom door
Ready to take me to my place
I looked at it, stared right at its face
Mother denying what should be
Desperately trying to set me free
I'm ready to go nothing more she can do
Leaving my body my life here is through
Take comfort dear Mother in knowing I loved you
I'll see you again with God's help from above you.
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