Yellow Roses, by Frants Bøe, 1881

I Had a Mother Who Prayed

I had a mother who prayed for me,
Pleaded with the Lord every day for me.
Oh, what a difference it made in me –
That I had a mother who prayed.

Some have kings in their heritage,
Men to whom honor was paid.
My noble ancestry was that
I had a mother who prayed.

Some boast of worldly success
And trust in the riches they’ve made.
But this was my surest asset –
I had a mother who prayed.

My mother’s prayers cannot save me;
Only my own confession can avail.
But my mother introduced me to Jesus,
The One who never can fail.

I had a mother who prayed for me,
Pleaded with the Lord every day for me.
Oh, what a difference it made in me
That I had a mother who prayed.

(Author Unknown)