My Mother Is Praying for Me (Osgood)

I knelt by my mo­ther

her hand on my head

And ut­tered my pray­er at her knee;

Now far

far away from her side I have strayed

But my mother is pray­ing for me.

My mother is pray­ing for me

My mo­ther is pray­ing for me

For sure­ly I know that wher­ev­er I go

My mother is pray­ing for me.

In dark­ness and sin I have wan­dered away

Nor tried from temp­ta­tion to flee;

But down in my heart I could nev­er for­get

That my mo­ther was pray­ing for me.

I’m weary of sin­ning; I turn to the cross

And its light shin­ing o’er me I see;

I’ll go to my Sav­ior and thank Him again

That a mo­ther was pray­ing for me.