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| (A former pastor's wife) |
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| There's a special group of Mothers who deserve
a special day |
| And little do we realize the important roles
they play; |
| Always the charming hostess neat and tidy as a
pin, |
| Entertaining all the folks her husband invites
to come in. |
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| He doesn't punch a time-clock or have regular
hours each day |
| And when he finally does get home, a phone
call can take him away |
| His dinner is delayed again but the children
must be fed |
| And so she cheerfully carries on and tucks
them into bed. |
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| On Sunday morning he says to her, "My dear, I
must be gone, |
| You get the children ready and I'll see you
later on", |
| And having placed the children in the classes
where they go |
| She hurries on to take her place for she's a
teacher, too, you know. |
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| She knows her children are observed by friend
and foe the same |
| In church, at home, and on the street -- the
very way she calls their name |
| She must be sure to discipline, 'cause folks
expect her to |
| And yet she must not lose patience; my
goodness, that would never do. |
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| She is many things to many people through each
busy week |
| Folks turn to her with many problems and often
her counsel seek |
| And she must listen patiently as they grumble
and complain |
| And never once reveal the thought that
sometimes she, too, feels the strain. |
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| When the preacher's elated, she's the first
his joys to share |
| And when he's a little doubtful, she's the
first to know and care |
| Yes, she is a special person -- let me say it
once again |
| That sound you heard in the background was the
preacher saying, "Amen!" |
