In Honor of My Mother Christiana Larsen Keller
I honor my mother, oh what a net-work of love
Her heart was tender as the heart of a dove.
Her body like iron, her nerves were like steel.
Now for a moment--Let me appeal--
I fancy I see her treading the sod
Her main desire was serving her God.
And now--I see her kneeling in prayer,
Out in the desert somewhere.
She said in a voice, tho it was low,
"God protect us where ever we go."
Though the roads were rough,
And the going was hard,
Mother knew she was serving the Lord.
She walked from Nauvoo, out to the west,
And there in sorrow we laid her to rest.
Now through all of my troubles,
And what I have said,
"Mother is with me!
Mother's not dead."
Composed by Ernest E. Keller
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