so true
nice

thanks

u r most welcome dear

righto misso

"THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE
IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD"

Blessings on the hand of Women!
   angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace,cottage,hovel,
   Oh,no matter where the palace;
Would that never stroms assailed it,
   Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hands that rock the cradle
   Is the hand that rules the World.

Infancy's the tender fountain,
   Power may with beauti flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
   From them souls unresting grow
Grow on for the good or evil,
   Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
    Is the hand that rules the World.
Women, how divine your mission
    Here upon our natal sod!
Keep,oh,keep the young heart open
    Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother's love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
    Is the hand that rules the World.

BLESSINGS ON THE HAND OF WOMEN!
   Fathers,sons and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
   With the worship in the sky
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
   Rainbows evermore are hurled
For the hand that rocks he craddle
Is the hand that rules the world.

woow!!!mother
very good misso,jus keep it up

miss universe:

"THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE
IS THE HAND THAT RULES THE WORLD"

Blessings on the hand of Women!
   angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace,cottage,hovel,
   Oh,no matter where the palace;
Would that never stroms assailed it,
   Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hands that rock the cradle
   Is the hand that rules the World.

Infancy's the tender fountain,
   Power may with beauti flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
   From them souls unresting grow
Grow on for the good or evil,
   Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
    Is the hand that rules the World.
Women, how divine your mission
    Here upon our natal sod!
Keep,oh,keep the young heart open
    Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother's love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
    Is the hand that rules the World.

BLESSINGS ON THE HAND OF WOMEN!
   Fathers,sons and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
   With the worship in the sky
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
   Rainbows evermore are hurled
For the hand that rocks he craddle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Very touching
v.nice

thanks

v good

very nice.

thanks

keep it up

ooh thank ya very much

miss universe:

thanks

wow work