My Mother Is Praying for Me (Crosby)

A prayer on the wings of an an­gel

Is borne to the por­tals of light;

I feel in my heart the as­sur­ance

That mo­ther is pray­ing to­night.

My spir­it is wound­ed and brok­en

My sins with con­tri­tion I see

To Je­sus I’ll go and con­fess them

While mo­ther is pray­ing for me.

My mo­ther is pray­ing for me

My mo­ther is pray­ing for me

To Je­sus I’ll go

who will par­don

I know

While mother is pray­ing for me.

I know I am weak and un­wor­thy

No mer­it of mine would I bring;

The cross of my Lord is be­fore me

And there

tho’ I per­ish

I’ll cling.

Oh

yes I will go to my Sav­ior

His child from this mo­ment I’ll be

My faith shall look up and re­ceive Him

While mo­ther is pray­ing for me.

For long I have wan­dered un­heed­ing

The warn­ings so ten­der and true

The tears she has wept o’er my child­hood

That fell on my cheeks like the dew.

And now while she kneels in her clo­set

When no one but Je­sus can see

I’ll ask for His lov­ing for­give­ness

While mo­ther is pray­ing for me.