Mothers Never Die...
They Just Keep House In The Sky
When we are children, we are happy and gay
And our mother is young and she laughs as we play,
Then as we grow up, she teaches us truth
And lays life's foundation in the days of our youth ---
And then it is time for us to leave home
But her teachings go with us wherever we roam,
For all that she taught us and all that we did
When we were so often just such a "bad, little kid"
We will often remember and then realize
That mothers are special and wonderfully wise...
And as she grows older, we look back with love
Knowing that Mothers are gifts from above.
And when she goes home to receive her reward
She will dwell in God's Kingdom and
"Keep house for the Lord"
Where she'll "light up" the stars
that shine through the night
And keep all the moonbeams "sparkling and bright"
And then with the dawn she'll put the darkness away
As she scours the sun to new brilliance each day...
So dry tears of sorrow, for Mother's don't die --
They just move in with God and "keep house in the sky"
And there in God's Kingdom, mothers watch from above
To welcome the children with undying love!