Her children rise up and call her blessed, for all that she has done.

For all the battles she has fought and the victories she has won.

She hath done good all her life, and words of wisdom she did speak,

And loving arms she often shared with both the broken and the weak.

Strength and honor are her clothing; she wears them day and night,

The laws of kindness flows from off her tongue, her words are always right.

Her loins are gird with strength, founded in the Word of God,

She leads her children wisely watching where their feet might trod.

The fear of the Lord is deep within her, she knows Him very well,

And her children they do know it, for it’s in the stories she tells.

So as I look upon her, on this special day in May,

I pray My Lord you’ll bless her, and fill her vessel full today.

Bring her to your table and let your blessings there be shared,

For her worth is far more greater than the ruby gem so fair.

For all that she’s poured out to me and those who walk within her way,

A double portion let there be upon MY MOTHER Lord I pray.