I knelt by my mother, her hand on my head,
And uttered my prayer at her knee;
Now far, far away from her side I have strayed
But my mother is praying for me.

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My mother is praying for me,
My mother is praying for me,
For surely I know that wherever I go,
My mother is praying for me.

In darkness and sin I have wandered away,
Nor tried from temptation to flee;
But down in my heart I could never forget
That my mother was praying for me.

Refrain

I’m weary of sinning; I turn to the cross,
And its light shining o’er me I see;
I’ll go to my Savior and thank Him again,
That a mother was praying for me.

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