As the Mother…So the Child

Well may we pause to pay honor to her

Who after Jesus Christ is God’s best gift to man

It was she who shared her life with us

When as yet as our members were

Yet informed

Into valley of shadow of death

She walked that we might have the light of life

In her arms was the garner of our food

And a soft couch for our purpose

There we nestled in the hour of pain

There was the playground of our infant glee

Those same arms latter became our refuge and stronghold

It was she who taught our baby feet to go

And lifted us up over the rough places

Her blessed hands piled the needle

By day and night to make our infant clothes

She put the book under our arms and started us off to school

But best of all she taught our baby lips to lisp

The name of Jesus and told us first the wondrous story of the savior’s love

The pride of America is its members

There are wicked mothers like Jezebel of old

There are unnatural mothers who sell their children into sin

There are sin cursed, rum soaked and abandoned mothers

To who their motherhood is the exposure of their shame.

W .L. Caldwell, 1928