This candle has been lit for George's mom.
Please pray for her as she undergoes medical tests.

We love you, Letha!

This poem was written by George for his mother on her birthday in 1997.

My Mother

As years pass by you're still the same, a rare and priceless gem;
A woman that when God gave her to us, gave us a part of him.
The seasons pass by us one by one from Winter clear on to Fall;
But mother remains to us the same she's loved by one and all.

I cannot begin to recollect the great things that she's done;
The great memories of my younger years, all the excitement and the fun.
How she kept our home a happy place with love and lots of joy;
With her and dad walking hand in hand, I was such a lucky boy.

Many have not had the things I've had because my mother gave to me;
She worked so hard without complaint and gave so happily
I always knew she was a special mom, she was made with nail scarred hands;
I thank Him for letting us keep her, her I know Jesus understands.

That in a dark world that needs a light my mother shines so bright;
When families around us are falling apart, she always keeps ours tight.
With strength and courage she points the way to a hope that will never cease;
To the homeland God's prepared for us all full of happiness and peace.

As we come around to the date in which we celebrate mother's birth;
We look to God with gratitude because we know just what she's worth.
She's made our lives worth living and paved a better way;
We tip our hats and hearts to you mom, on this your special day.

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