My mother always helps me.
I can always turn to her.
She supports me through thick and thin.
She is the one who fights for me.

My mother always spoils me.
Whenever I come, she always has something nice.
Delicious food or cheesecake.
There is nothing too crazy.

My other Mother always helps me too.
It is She who strengthens me.
I notice through Her mercy.
That it is He who works in me.

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