(SINGING) Gently raise
the sacred strain, for the Sabbath's come
again, that man may rest, that man may rest. The Tabernacle
Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square with The
Bells on Temple Square present "A Music and the Spoken
Word" Mother's Day Special Conducting today's
program is Mack Wilberg with LeAnna Willmore conducting
the bells, organist Brian Mathias, and the spoken
word by Lloyd Newell. [MUSIC - "ALL THINGS BRIGHT AND
BEAUTIFUL"] (SINGING) All things
bright and beautiful, all creatures great an small,
All things wise and wonderful, the Lord God made them all. Each little flower that
opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their
glowing color, He made their tiny wings. All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful
The Lord God made them a. The purple headed mountains,
The river running by. The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky. The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one. All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful
the Lord God made them all. He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well. All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all. [music - "my mother's love"] (SINGING) My mother's voice,
the power of her teachings, Live in my soul and
guide me still today. Her caring ways, her
timeless words of wisdom Come forth to help
me through each day. In each challenge, each choice,
Above the world's noise, I hear my mother's voice. My mother's faith, her
prayers of earnest pleading, Turned me to God in
moments of despair. Her calm assurance
of His tender caring Taught me to turn
to Him in prayer. Through my darkest of days
I reach to feel His grace. Such was my mother's faith. My mother's hands that
lifted and protected, Those loving hands that
soothed my fevered brow Were as a shield from
every earthly trial, And still, the
memory helps me now. And my heart is
aware, the strength that I now share Came
from my mother's hands. My mother's voice will
live in me forever. A steady anchor for
my reaching soul, As generations climb the path
together to sweet eternities untold. My mother's love, the
essence of her being, Flows in and through
me every waking hour. A quiet strength grew
from her constant caring, A legacy of saving power. By her words and her touch
she strengthened me so much. I felt my mother's love. I felt my mother's love. [music - "jesus loves me"] [music - "canticle"] A young boy looked up from the
bench on the baseball field, hoping to catch
his mother's eye. She was sitting in the
bleachers as she always did, game after game. And he was sitting on
the bench as he always did, game after game. This season was almost
over, and he still hadn't cracked the
starting lineup. As they drove home,
he said quietly, you don't have to come, Mom. The games are boring, and
justit othe nch. She replied, I don't come
because I love baseball. I come because I love you. Mothering is, after
all, about love, whether it's love
for one's own child or for someone who
simply needs love. So mothers attend
baseball games, even when their favorite
player never leaves the bench. They stand at the
back of auditoriums after rushing in from
work, hoping to catch at least part of the program. They balance generosity
with high standards, sharing your dreams but
also feeling your worries. They have a bag of
cookies in the cupboard to fix almost anything
from skinned knees to the drama of mean friends. When you outgrow
cookies, they find new ways to express their love,
but the underlying message is always the same. I'm here for you. Hang in there. You can do this. I have faith in you. I love you. So we, in return, try to find
ways to express our gratitude. That's one reason we
have Mother's Day, though many mothers
would just as soon not have a day that honors them. They hear all of the
praise, and they wonder, who are they talking about? But then there they are
sitting in the bleachers, paying more attention to the
discouraged player on the bench than to the action on the field. The words of the beloved
character Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh sound
like those of a mother. If ever there's a tomorrow
when we're not together, there's something
you must remember. You're braver than you believe,
and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing
is even if we're apart, I'll always be with you. [MUSIC - "HOME IS A
SPECIAL KIND OF FEELING", FROM "THE WIND IN THE WILLOWS"] (SINGING) Home is a
special kind of feeling, A feeling of a place
where you belong A feeling that the
world is left behind you Like a shelter from
your cares that seems to want you to be there. Home is a special kind of
feeling The feeling that you've made it on your own
Somewhere which you know is really your place
A place for living, your special place, your home. Home has a welcome kind
of feeling, The firelight, and the warmth of
hearth and home. A welcome that you
know will always cheer you Like a
gentle kind hello, that seems to touch you with a glow. Home has a quiet kind of
feeling An island when you need to be alone. A haven for the times
you spend together There's nowhere better,
no other place like home. [MUSIC - "FILL THE WORLD
WITH LOVE" FROM "GOODBYE, MR. CHIPS"] (SINGING) In the
morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise. At a moment in my life
when the world is new. And the blessing I shall ask
is that God will grant me, To be brave and strong and
true, And to fill the world with love my whole life through. And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love And to fill the world with
love my whole life through. In the noontime of my life I
shall look to the sunshine, At a moment in my life
when the sky is blue. And the blessing I shall
ask shall remain unchanging. To be brave and strong and true. And to fill the world with
love my whole life through. And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love And to fill the world with
love My whole life through. In the evening of my life
I shall look to the sunset, At a moment in my life
when t nig is due. And the question I shall
ask only I can answer. Was I brave and strong and true? Did I fill the world with love? Did I fill the world with love? Did I fill the world with
love my whole life through? Did I fill the world with love? Did I fill the world with love? Did I fill the world with
love my whole life through? My whole life through. Thank you for joining The
Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square wh Th
Bells on Temple Square for this Mother's Day
special, originating from Historic Temple
Square in Salt Lake City. Please join us again for
"Music and the Spoken Word". Until we meet again, may
peace be with you this day and always. [MUSIC - "GOD BE WITH YOU TILL
WE MEET AGAIN"] (SINGING) God be with
you till we meet again. By His counsels
guide uphold you. With His sheep
securely fold you. God be with you
till we meet again.
