My strongest memory of Mom: Faith, love and church

It's Mother’s Day on Sunday. My mother left this earth two decades ago and I think of her often. Today, I’ll tell you about my fondest and strongest memory of her, sharing faith and being in church together. Bonus: A new song release! Song lyrics to "My Mother's Hands" Beautiful lady, we bow before the altar You’re my

everything I’m your little daughter Every Sunday, your hand in mine. I remember... Chorus My mother’s hands, so warm so soft Not perfect, no, but strong enough My mother’s hands, caring but worn You carried me from the day I was born Standing in this church, I see you as a saint To others you’re a servant, helping everyone You’re out the door, there’s so much to be done. But I remember… My mother’s hands, so warm so soft Not perfect, no, but strong enough My mother’s hands, caring but worn Those hands held me till I was grown She never forgot me; Here’s what she taught me Love justice, mercy and walk ever so humbly And now, I’m all that’s left of … My mother’s hands, so warm so soft Not perfect no but strong enough My mother’s hands caring but worn She carried me till I was grown.