The mother in her home
A kingdom each
With regal reach
They build it stone by stone
He makes a castle wall
Then adds a tower tall
The gate that’s strong,
A moat’s that long
He dreams it will not fall
Her job is much more rough
She builds with rarer stuff
Like loyalty
And honesty
To form a man that’s tough
She builds while on her knees
Tears mingled with her pleas
With love and joy
She trains her boy
And never seeks her ease
A character she molds
The greatest of strongholds
Her work will last
If he stands fast
They’ll walk on streets of gold
"The king upon his throne has no higher work than has the mother. The mother is queen of her household. She has in her power the molding of her children's characters, that they may be fitted for the higher, immortal life....No other work can equal hers in importance. She has not, like the artist, to paint a form of beauty upon canvas; nor, like the sculptor, to chisel it from marble. She has not, like the author, to embody a noble thought in words of power; nor, like the musician, to express a beautiful sentiment in melody. It is hers, with the help of God, to develop in a human soul the likeness of the divine" (Adventist Home, 231, 237).
Happy Mother's Day!
