Texty: Cynthia Clawson. Broken: Healing The Heart. My Mother's Faith.

My mothers arms would hold us tight.
She whispered Lord keep them tonight,
and so did we sleep sound and safe,
it must have been my mother's faith. Morning would call the sun to rise and open sweetly slumbering eyes.
She prayed Lord keep them on their way.
He held us in my mother's faith.

My mothers faith was wrapped about us, like the softest down in winter,
And when the raging wind had found us as in her arms we ever stayed.
At even time does for the field reluctant moon and stars revealed
she thanked him well as thru the day.
As certain as my mothers faith.
My mothers faith would move a mountain
and was deep as any ocean,
but to keep safe those gathered round her this was the greatest gift she gave.

When summer turned and we had grown,
her passing called us woeful home.
I kissed her then as there she lay
and now i know my mothers faith.
And so does she sleep sound and safe it must have been my mothers faith

(Thanks to Natasha for these lyrics)