Zebbe’s Farewell to her mother

Though years have gone, we can’t forget
Those words of love, we hear them yet.
Her dear sweet voice, we hear it yet.
We see her by the old armchair,
My mother dear in humble prayer
Oh praise the name, the humble grace,
We’ll meet up yonder face-to-face.
In the Master’s kingdom together share
In answer to our mother’s prayer.