A E A G E A G E I see my mother kneeling, with our family each day. I hear the words she whispers A D G A D A G A D E A G as she bows her head to pray. Her plea to the father, quiets all my fears. And I am A G A thankful, love is spoken here. A G E A E A E D A G Mine is the home, where every hour, is blessed by the strength, of priesthood power. A D G D G With father and mother leading the way, teaching me how to trust and obey; the things E A G A E A they teach are chrystal clear, for love is spoken here.
A G A G D A E A And I can often feel the savior near, when love is spoken here.
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