MomShee

From early dawn to setting sun,

The quiet hours are filled,

With heavy work and tender care,

Exactly as you willed.

A faithful wife, a mother's heart,

A steady, gentle grace,

Oh MomShee, you have poured your soul,

To bless this humble place.

Keep holding on, keep standing strong,

Your labor is not lost.

For love is in the weary days,

No matter what the cost.

The seeds you plant will surely grow,

The shadows soon will fade,

And you will see the bright success,

Your loving hands have made.

You give your time without a word,

You put your family first,

You are the water in the cup,

For every sudden thirst.

Through every long and busy day,

Through every tear you dry,

Your spirit is a guiding light,

That reaches to the sky.

Keep holding on, keep standing strong,

Your labor is not lost.

For love is in the weary days,

No matter what the cost.

The seeds you plant will surely grow,

The shadows soon will fade,

And you will see the bright success,

Your loving hands have made.

The seasons turn, the children grow,

The busy years go past,

But every sacrifice you make,

Will bring you joy at last.

Your own reward is waiting now,

The promise is so clear,

The triumph of a faithful soul,

Will finally appear.

Keep holding on, keep standing strong,

Your labor is not lost.

For love is in the weary days,

No matter what the cost.

The seeds you plant will surely grow,

The shadows soon will part,

Oh MomShee, you will find success,

For all your loving heart.