To my dad who's spent his whole life
Reaching souls with Jesus' love
He'll never win the Grammy spotlight
But God is watching from above
To my mom, the queen of mothers
Endless smiles on her face
She holds the hand of my dear father
With loving tenderness and grace
So here's to all the unsung heroes
Who labor for the faith
For all the hands you hold, all the seeds you sow
Along life's narrow way
There's no trophy for your service
But treasures are in store
So don't worry, don't you worry
God is keeping score
Here's to all the Sunday preachers
Who have only one concern
To tell the world about it's Maker
And to teach the Holy Word
To every wife of every one of them
Who plays the role of mother, too
Your sacrifices truly matter
And God sees all you do
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God can see your weary eyes
And every tear you've cried
But keep on keepin' on,
Be faithful to the Lord
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