My mother’s love is always there,

Yes, always there with plenty to share,

It’s there when I feel sad and lonely,

It’s there when I too have love to share,

She cared for me as a tiny baby,

Giving up precious sleep to answer my colicky screams,

All that rocking and bouncing,

‘Till my cries gave way to precious dreams,

Her love is from Jesus,

It is plain for me to see,

For I know through Jesus,

Her love shines through me!