Oh how the world is going crazy,
When Mothers rarely see their babies.
Can you tell me why...I wanna cry?
Do they know they're missed so much?
Mothers' longing for the warmth of their touch.
Lord...help Mothers to understand,
For only awhile...we can hold their hand.
Suddenly...they're all grown women and men.
Visits are becoming less often
A Mothers' love remains steadfast,
Clinging to memories of years gone past.
Some now have children of their own,
Will they know the emptiness...
When their child leaves home?
Oh Lord tell them why...?
When they themselves wanna cry.
Waiting for the phone to ring
Or finally a visit from their children
Grown or small they are precious gifts to love,
Patient we shall try to be for in the end
We'll all reunite in heaven above!