Mother of mine
When I was young
The words that you taught me
Is what I am standing on.
With sickness and ill health.
You never let voices demean you
You commanded and demanded self-respect.
Though the world may consider you unworthy
Devoid of any value
You would often say
Just the thought the savior died for you
John
3:16 KJV, reads: “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
And your parents thought the world of you
Should make you feel so valuable and you don’t have to care about the rest.
The priceless words you thought me
From the classic poem "Invictus"
Will stand ever before me.
You are the captain of your ship
You are the master of your soul
No one can put their price on me
And tell me what I am worth.
