Tiny fingers touch the keys of Mother
Reaching out to hold music in her hand.
Through ivory, his song's like none other;
Played from his heart in soul's angelic band.
“Because He lives, I can face tomorrow”
Singing, “Because He lives all fear is gone.”
In the absence of all death and sorrow,
Little fingers on keyboard still play on...
Upon edge of mantle, Mother's staring--
Looks down from heaven with her smile forlorn.
From her picture seen within her caring,
Her little baby sings of life reborn.
Today, a man takes from his Mother's heart
And plays a song that death cannot impart.
