Remembering My Mother

by Lucy M. Young

She loved the Lord and sang His praises daily.
She taught us with her songs to love Him too.
Praying at her knee each night a bedtime,
We knew He'd keep us safe the whole night through.

The hymns she taught us are a precious legacy.
I still can hear her singing "Rock of Ages."
Her tattered Bible is my dearest treasure,
Remembering her I slowly turn the pages

And read marked passages that brought her comfort.
And strength and joy to raise her voice in song,
To lift the spirits of all those around her,
Until her voice was cracked with age and gone.

But now I'm sure she's singing with the angels
All those old and lovely hymns her memory stored;
I know her voice rises clear and joyous
As she once more sings her praises to her Lord.