Mother (or Father)

Lonely is the home without you,
Life to us is not the same,
All the world would be like Heaven,
If we could have you back again.


What she suffered, she told but few,
She did not deserve what she went through,
Tired and weary, she made no fuss,
But tried so hard to stay with us.


Two tired eyes are sleeping,
Two willing hands are still,
The one who worked so hard for us,
Is resting at Gods will.


Our lips cannot speak how we loved her,
Our hearts cannot tell what to say,
But God only knows how we miss her,
In our home that is lonely today.


Pray for us, O dearest mother,
To Jesus Christ our King,
That he may bless our lonely home,
Where thou once dwelt therein,
And pray that God may give us strength,
To bear our heavy cross,
For no one knows but only he,
The treasure we have lost.