My Betty, by Marie MacIntyre

Betty, my child,

So dear in my life

God's arm is about you

The rest of your life.

Your life filled with honor

For the God from above.

God will always be with you

To show His great love.

God gives us all trials,

All turmoil and strife.

But when we turn to God

He treasures our life.

So, child of my heart,

A gift given to me.

I'm proud that you honor

The God that I see.

God Bless You Dear

Your Mother

Martha, My Child, by Marie MacIntyre

Martha, my child,
My love you have known,
When you have had the need
This love I have shown.

This love that I feel
From God I have known,
For with God's arm about me
I am never alone.

Take God to your heart dear.
This is the only way,
For God is there in trials
And He is there to stay.

I love this God, I know,
And He's taken away each fear,
For when I ask His help,
His help is always near.

God Bless You Dear
Your Mother

In Gratitude, by Marie MacIntyre

Father, my love
Grows stronger each day;
My faith, a strong pillar
Whenever I pray.

You are so great
And I am so small;
Yet your loves always there
Whenever I call.

I pray that I'm worthy
To merit such care;
My Faith, a strong standard
I'll share and I'll share.