In our family, when we take long car trips, which ends up happening surprisingly often, we like to sing. The most favorite of these sing-a-long songs goes like this:
I see my mother kneeling, with her family each day.
I hear the words she whispers, as she bows her head to pray.
Her plea to the Father, quiets all my fears.
And I am thankful love is spoken here.
Mine is a home, where every hour,
Is blessed by the strength of priesthood power.
With Father and Mother leading the way,
Teaching me how to trust and obey.
And the things they teach are crystal clear
For love is spoken here.
I love you all so so much. Hugs, kisses and love love love.