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PASS IT ON
by Selia Qynn 5/6/2006

When first I came into this world, I brought with me some Grace.
I knew this when I first beheld my mother’s loving face.
She looked just like an angel as she gazed at me with love,
And I knew God sent a part of heaven with me from above.

And as I grew, no fear had I, no issue small or grand,
As long as I was steadied by my mother’s guiding hand.
Her voice was love, her words were love, her eyes were clear and wise.
She was my safest harbor in a world of fear and lies.

Because she loved me dearly,
That’s why I pass it on.
And if you have ever been so loved,
Then you can sing along…
Pass it on, pass it on, don’t keep it on a shelf.
It grows and grows inside your heart
Don’t keep it to yourself. Pass it on.

And then I had my own child. A mother I’d become.
Gazing breathless, I beheld my tiny little one.
So very fresh from Heaven, I was overcome again
By the awesomeness of life begetting life like it began.

My mother’s hands are shaky now. Her eyes are growing dim.
God’s light surrounds her always now, reminding me of Him.
How precious is this blessing, this gift, this day, to me.
That mother’s are God’s promise that love will always be.

Because she loved me dearly,
That’s why I pass it on.
And if you have ever been so loved,
Then you can sing along…
Pass it on, pass it on, don’t keep it on a shelf.
It grows and grows inside your heart
Don’t keep it to yourself. Pass it on.