Woman, behold thy son!…Behold thy mother! John 19:26–27
Mrs. DeArmond assumes correctly that mothers have more to do in determining the destiny of their children than any other human agency. This song has no thought of the weak sentimentality and indulgence often mistaken for love, but rather fearless Christian discipline, sturdy, strong, rigid as steel, woven with the enduring fibers of eternity. This understanding has made Mrs. DeArmond’s poem an effectual message for righteousness.
Sanville, p. 64
I grieved my Lord from day to day,
I scorned His love so full and free,
And though I wandered far away,
My mother’s prayers have followed me.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home,
To live my wasted life anew,
For mother’s prayers have followed me,
Have followed me, the whole world thro’.
O’er desert wild, o’er mountain high
A wanderer I chose to be,
A wretched soul condemned to die,
Still mother’s prayers have followed me.
He turned my darkness into light,
This blessèd Christ of Calvary,
I’ll praise His name both day and night,
That mother’s prayers have followed me.