(Instrumental) I sometimes wonder what it was like during those months of labor. The pain, stress and inconvenience you had to harbor For someone unknown, someone so uncertain. Such strength and patience you had to maintain; All these for love, all these for what you hoped I - might become. All these, for memories that were yet to come. Chorus: You held the light when I could not see, You carried storms that were meant for me. Through every fall, through every night, You were the hands that pulled me to light. My divine entity, my sacred truth, The first pure love I ever knew. If grace has a face, if heaven has a name, It sounds like mother, and it burns the same. (Instrumental) I have been through storms, Seen how hard tragedy beats its drums. Through my tearful days of feeling helpless, The light at the end of the tunnel was of one so selfless, Who wiped away my tears, Who helped me overcome my fears. Chorus: You held the light when I could not see, You carried storms that were meant for me. Through every fall, through every night, You were the hands that pulled me to light. My divine entity, my sacred truth, The first pure love I ever knew. If grace has a face, if heaven has a name, It sounds like mother, and it burns the same. (Instrumental) In my darkest days, when even my shadow forsook me, When nothing but tormented souls were all I could see. It seemed as if the world had deserted me. A distressed wanderer in a lonely world was all I could be. I was weak, yes, I was. Till you lent a shoulder to lean on and made it an ‘us.’ Chorus: You held the light when I could not see, You carried storms that were meant for me. Through every fall, through every night, You were the hands that pulled me to light. My divine entity, my sacred truth, The first pure love I ever knew. If grace has a face, if heaven has a name, It sounds like mother, and it burns the same. (Instrumental) You are my world, my life, my soul food. You made me better; you made me good. Now I see my path, and a pleasant one it is. All I have left in my well of words to say is this; Mothers are nature’s true divinity. Mine is without a doubt, a divine entity. Chorus: You held the light when I could not see, You carried storms that were meant for me. Through every fall, through every night, You were the hands that pulled me to light. My divine entity, my sacred truth, The first pure love I ever knew. If grace has a face, if heaven has a name, It sounds like mother, and it burns the same. (Instrumental) Chorus: You held the light when I could not see, You carried storms that were meant for me. Through every fall, through every night, You were the hands that pulled me to light. My divine entity, my sacred truth, The first pure love I ever knew. If grace has a face, if heaven has a name, It sounds like mother, and it burns the same. (Instrumental)
