Come, sing praises to our Mothers
who have tuned our hearts to You.
You share praises with no others –
but these ones whose love is true.
They must hear our truest feelings
if they would know how we’re blessed
by unwearied, careful teachings
given without thought of rest.

We raise up our grateful voices
for the patient love of Moms,
who have listened to the noises
of their screaming, childish throngs.
Hear us now cry thanks to God for
giving us the homes we need.
We will never leave your shelter
‘til we all find Home indeed.

There we hope to find you, Mother,
at the right hand of our Lord.
How could there be any other
nurturing the Living Word?
Then forever we will worship
as you taught us when so young;
for the Lord alone is worthy
of these praises we have sung.