Lately I've been clinging to Mother skin
Soft and clean
Patted off dishwater on pant legs-
I did last night like she has done 1,000 nights
And my heart grew soft within me
At the thought of echoed mother hands
And I've been growing in hunger
for some kind of Forever Comfort
of hands, of skin, of soft
But I'm a big kid who knows every answer-
That "Nothing lasts forever,"
That "We are made of dust."
But I want to hold my Mother's hands into Eternity
And breathe in her comfort and breathe out her peace forever and ever and ever
Oh Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
for with the Lord is unfailing Love...