God could not be in every place With loving hands to help erase The teardrops from each baby’s face, And so He thought of mother. He could not send us here alone And leave us to a fate unknown; Without providing for His own, The outstretched arms of mother. God could not watch us night and day And kneel beside our crib to pray, Or kiss our little aches away; And so He sent us mother. And when our childhood days began, He simply could not take command. That’s why He placed our tiny hand Securely into mother’s. The days of youth slipped quickly by, Life’s sun rose higher in the sky. Full grown were we, yet ever nigh To love us still, was mother. And when life’s span of years shall end, I know that God will gladly send, To welcome home her child again, That ever-faithful mother. - George W. Wiseman
8x10 Art Print
This Art Print is printed on Epson's Ultra Premium Photo Paper Luster.
The paper is 8″x10″. There is a narrow white edge left all the way around the print in order for the print to correctly show in your frame.
Print is packaged in a cellophane sleeve with backing board to keep printed from being damaged.