Becoming A Woman of Excellence; An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels.

The Poem of The Soul, The Angel and The Mother painted by Anne Francois Louis Janmot

~Mother, Home and Heaven~

'Mother, home and heaven,

How dear those words to me.

The first she held me to her breast,

And danced me on her knee.

I was to her a priceless gem.

She thought me nice and fair.

And now I never can forget

A faithful mother's care.

Mother, home and heaven,

How dear to think of all,

Before the trumpeter descends

To bid us mind his call.

Mother, home and heaven,

How sweet to me is home.

For there we meet with those we love,

And do not care to roam.

We have a pretty sister's voice

To cheer us day by day.

We have a little baby bright

To watch while he's at play.

Mother, home and heaven,

The last we hope to see.

Where angels gather 'round the throne

And sing a joyous glee.

Oh! may we all assemble there

And cast our sins aside.

For with the true and righteous ones

Our aim is to abide.'

'Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.'

Psalm 51:10 

~Love Jasmina~