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Words and Music by Abigail Miller
Where she can lay up precious treasures, of the kind that will not fade. Precious memories of her children, gathered up mid daily cares, And she kneels the Father, they're the subject of her prayers. For she sees them ever changing, and their eyes are filled with dreams, And when she kneels their beds at night how close the future seems. Chorus:
The vision of a mother's heart, Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give. The vision of a mother's heart, Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live. Oh, a mother needs a vision, yes she needs to see beyond, The daily round of household duties, for those days are swiftly gone. All the years will seem like moments when she turns around to see, And will the ways she has spent her time matter in eternity? She must fill their days with laughter, she must fill their eyes with love, She must fill their hearts and minds with the knowledge from above. Chorus:
(It is) the vision of a mother's heart, Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give. The vision of a mother's heart, Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live. Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live. |
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