I prayed many years ago For a favor from the Lord. I asked Him for a special gift One that I could not afford. I thought about the blessings My mother gave to me, And nothing here on earth Matched her generosity. So one night, I laid in bed, Gazing up toward Paradise. I asked that He would make for me A crown, surpassing price. One bedecked with precious stones; Of gold and glorious metals. The finest heaven has to give That my debt of love be settled. I believe He heard my prayer Though God has other, greater crowns Mine will satisfy my soul’s travail: To crown her brow as praise resounds.