  God has taken from us, A voice so soft and sweet; And in our dear old home, Remains a vacant seat. Our home, sweet home now is broken, Our mother has gone to rest; With Jesus forever to remain, Beyond, in the home of the blest. No more we’ll hear her footsteps, No more we’ll hear her voice; For her soul has taken its final flight, To a land where all rejoice. Her body lies beneath the soil, Her spirit is at rest; With loved ones who have gone before, In that beautiful home of the blest. She was such a faithful mother, She was kind in every way; And never will I forget the night, When she taught me how to pray. |
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