To the one who sews my dress,Easter Sunday or evening rest. To the one who knows me round and round,Who keeps all my secrets and doesn't peep a sound. Unconditional love, care and support,The rock I lean on when I can't resort. To the one who's beauty is deeper than skin,Saved by Grace but not perfect from sin. She's the greatest one I've known to live,The gift of a mother is the best God could give.